She knew something was wrong, and had done for a while. Ever since she had felt the complete terror of the Veins, when everything in her body had told her to run, she had been hiding out in the caverns, away from the darkness that rapidly spread across the face of Helovia. Selfishly, she hadn't thought about her kinsmen back in the Edge - she had only thought of herself, even as she began to formulate plans in her head for how to strike back against the wraiths that infected the land above ground. But then she remembered her father, and Lace, and all the others that could still be wandering in the Edge, unaware of the danger - guilt had spasmed through her like an electric shock, and the steel soldier knew she couldn't leave them there to die. If it was death; it seemed more like a living hell to her.

So she had crossed Helovia, heart pounding in her chest and horn pointed low to fight off any creatures she should meet. Mercifully she had met none, and as she cantered towards the great glass wall she wondered if the zombies had managed to find a way past this feat of equine engineering. She doubted it; she, a fully functional and intelligent mare, had been baffled by it, so the broken remains of Helovian residents had no chance. Or so she assumed. She passed through the gap in the glass and began to search, ears pivoting to try and catch any sound that may indicate she was in for a surprise attack. As she ran, the glorious sound of Nato's voice reached her grateful ears, and she immediately altered her path to head towards the black stallion. When she saw him, she sought to bump her shoulder against his own in a gesture of comfort and relief; he was here, and he was alive. "father," she murmured, chest heaving from her headlong gallop across half of Helovia and breath coming in haggard gasps. "i've been hiding in the caves - there are these things, and the entire world seems choked with darkness...but the caves seem free of them. come with me." She was not usually the sort to demand her sire does anything, but this is a remarkable circumstance, and she hoped the man would understand her desperation.

Turning, the silver mare looked in the direction of the gap in the wall, preparing to sprint there and head to the safety of the Sanctuary. Her ears kept pivoting, drinking in any sounds in the hope of preventing any surprise attacks that may come towards them. She pawed the ground, anxious to be on her way - as safe as she felt here, home, it was not the same as the caverns where she had been spending the past days. They were truly her sanctuary, and it was there they could speak properly and decide how to tackle this new menace.