Waking to the feeling of an empty belly was not a pleasant feeling but she could take care of that. Stretching her lanky limbs out before her she pulled herself up to her feet shaking the dried grass from her painted coat. Automatically she turns to find Mama who was always beside her when she woke only to find herself alone. "Mama?" She calls out in question before panic sparks as the horrible news of yesterday comes flooding back to her, Mama wasn't here. Blinking back the tears she looks around trying to find that white mare who had helped to keep her warm over the course of the night only to see nobody around. Flicking her ears to the side that feeling of loneliness hit her square in the chest making her heart hurt. Where was everyone, had they abandoned her too? What was she going to do? She was so hungry and all alone.. pausing as a loud voice seemed to boom over the tree tops the filly turns in a complete circle trying to figure out where it was coming from.

Pricking her ears and deciding to go investigate to see if maybe it was Mama the young girl walked forward carefully avoiding any holes or tree limbs. Her legs were sore enough from the long walk last night in the thunderstorm and the mud, falling now would only reopen her wounds and make them bleed more. Figure soon became evident from between the trees and the filly cautiously slinks forward until she finds a place to observe from a far. Nervous butterflies skip around alongside her hunger at the sight of so many horses that she did not know. Was Mama here too? Scanning the crowd she finds Elsa and Temby (since she cannot pronounce his actual name) but sadly there is no sight of her mother. Hanging her head in disappointment and tucking her tail she sighs wanting nothing more than to have her mother come back.

Stepping forward nervously the filly quickly makes her way over towards Elsa ducking her head as she gazes out at everyone curiously yet cautiously. There was so many strangers, but where did they come from? Lowering her head after a little bit she sniffs at the stringy stuff at her feet not really thinking that it looks all that appetizing. How did grown ups eat this stuff? Pulling a single strand free with her milk teeth she draws it into her mouth attempting to chew at it for lack of other sustenance. Chewing with exaggerated open mouth bites she can't say that the green stuff is appealing in the slightest with its bitter grossness and her inability to chew it properly. Spitting it back out still mostly intact she curls her lip back before giving up completely as she tries to ignore the hunger pains building in her stomach. Whatever Temby was saying it didn't interest her in the slightest so she took to staring out over the herd again.

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“Every loss, every mistake, was seared into her soul, creating a different kind of tattoo, one made from rage and abandonment, heartbreak and tears”