Hoshor Plains Minerals are needed

It had taken the palomino several weeks, since she and Ketsuk had been separated, to find tracks of horses, but she had followed them stubbornly. The tracks had been old and had had little to no scent with them by the time she'd come upon them, but there was no mistaking the pattern on the ground. Fortune had been with her as the snow fell, and those tracks in the earth had turned to tracks in the snow, bearing just a hint of scent to tell her she was getting closer, and that the least imaginable thing had happened- but she couldn't quite believe it yet. Surely her senses were deceiving her, but every step that brought her closer to those of her own kind carried her closer to the assumption that yes, she did indeed know these scents. 

She halted when she crossed a set of hoofprints- they belonged to a stallion, and the scent made her catch her breath- Nechako. He was in the area, then, but not with the others she had caught wind of earlier. She felt reassured, knowing that she was not only in the same area as other horses, but close to those she knew, though she altered her course and followed along his tracks, knowing that they would lead her right where she wanted to go- straight to the herd. 

She halted as she neared the edge of an open range, and peered out, to see several equine forms contrast against the snow, two of which were easily recognizable, and the image of a little one, not yet a yearling, close to the lead's side warmed her heart. Leading the band was none other than Atna, and at the rear of the group, Nechako. Wary of what kind of greeting she might get, she lingered near the woodline and whickered loudly enough to catch their attention, and flicked her keen ears forward.