Redsand Canyon I will give you the world, child, if you prove you can take it.

Down in to the heart of the mountains she went, along a path she did not know, until the green was replaced by golden sand and red rock and all around her was a cage of stoneworks. Thinking it would lead her back to Silverbirch at the very least—maybe one of those hulking young stallions who she had witnessed in their fight—Winterfox did not dally; but the path only wound deeper and deeper in to the earth, or so it felt.

Fancy sought out the bay mare, keen to keep an additional set of hooves in with the herd. She preferred to keep all herdmates in her sight and while Winterfox had not yet been pledged, she sought to remedy the situation swiftly. It would not be safe for the mare on her own; not with winter coming. 

She whickered, hoping to catch the mare's attention as she hastened her pace to catch up with the bay. She meandered, perhaps intentionally, further from the hollow and down into a canyon.