Fantasy steps

[T i G E R]

Sandra sighed. Well, that didn't work very well. But she's an equine. I think. She certainly acted like one, at least. She tilted her head, beginning to feel more at ease and drinking again out of the river. She stiffened slightly when she heard the question. It had been asked before, of course, but she still felt the pang of loneliness when she gave the answer she always did. "Don't have one," she answered lightly. "I haven't found one yet. There seem to be not many equines here..." She thought of her mother and father – dead – and her father's old lost herd. She looked up again to look at Fantasy more closely. "And you?"

[Rebel Wolf Chris]

This news didn't altogether surprise Fantasy, though her heat did dull a little. That meant very little chance of finding her own kind... not that that was much of a given anyway.

"I also... have no herd." At least, not anymore. She ventured, though kept the latter part of her thought unvoiced. No need to go spilling out her life story to every creature she met. "So what types are common around here?" Best get a feel for the place from a local.