The eerie night soothed the mind of many creatures in the forest. But one. Muffled hoof-steps came from the pearl daggers, of an Arabian mare, hitting the dirt as she trotted along. Her dark grey mane swished in the light breeze, lifting it off of her arch. Her tail was the same color, only tipped in a darker yellow. Her mouth was dipped in a dark grey as well, with a dab of pink on her bottom lip. Her lithe light grey frame was speckled with black spots all along her face down to her feet.

Her eyes were an ice blue, and held wisdom,challenge and worry. This mare was traveling towards the newly settled herd that bordered the Wicked Woods. Her mind was on the mare that owned the land. Kaloe wanted to own it as well, but had to think of a way to get the land without causing anyone any pain. Her ice cold eyes landed on a tree nearby and she settled down beside it, putting weight on her leg to make it look like she was injured. Truth is, she was just resting.