The Frostbreath Steppe. So alluring in it's wash of white and although it wasn't quite in Basin territory, Sacre still considered it as home. He jogged along the mountain pass to emerge on the cold desert, the land lacked the encasing of mountains like the basin did and the being out in the open made him feel less secure, but the colt carried on through the deep snow. His legs, though they still struggled at times, were slowly getting used to the vigour of navigating the drifts. Each step he took was tentative, at times he found himself belly deep and surrounded by chunks of cold alabaster as he struggled to a shallower place. He hoped his brother had remained in the Basin, he didn't want to imagine Roux stranded in the Steppe blind to all around him. What if wolves got him?! No, he was safe in the basin. Surely he was. After falling down another drift and grunting his way out, Sacre decided that maybe it wasn't the best idea to travel out onto the Steppe and so he began to turn to make his way back home. However, his eyes latched on to a tiny appearance of a newborn filly and with swift concern Sacre tried his best to quickly move over to her.

Upon gaining ground on the girl, the crimson stained boy noted her pretty amber tones and a strange glowing horn upon her brow. Was she a unicorn of the Basin? If so, Sacre had surely never seen her before. Maybe she wasn't from around here and he shouldn't be approaching her. Yet, he was a colt who seemed to be developing a knack for constant worry over those he met and even though he didn't even know the filly before him. He couldn't very well just leave her out in the wilds of the Frostbreath with no one to guide her. What if he did and she died out here? That would be all his fault and Sacre wasn't sure if he could deal with that on his conscience. He knew father had killed many before and nothing seemed to bother him, but the child had not yet shaken his innocence and the prospect of being the cause of another's death made him shudder.

Hoping he was close enough to her for the tiny filly to hear his voice, he quite calmly raised his kind tones and called to the girl with the glowing horn. "Are you from here miss? Please be careful" concern laced his words as he slowed to a halt, the wind whipping the tufts of his mane and his tiny ebony tail through skinny legs. He was glad he came out onto the Steppe now, if not, perhaps no one would have found the femme roaming the white wastes.

At the last minute, Sacre sharply gazed at the scenery around him, his naivety forgetting to check the terrain for other souls who might be roaming. Or a parent of the child. In his quick concern the colt had forgotten to look for others, but it seemed they were truly all alone for now and he awaited the fillies response with bated breathe.