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White woolly coat wrapped around the dapple gray stallion, keeping him protected from the snowy elements of winter. This place, it was almost like the home he grew up in. He longed for it, but it was a desolate land he will never return to. His heart pined for the way things used to be, but knew they would never be so again. Ears swiveled as he moved across the brilliant white blanket that laid across the earth. Breath came out in quick puffs of steam with each exhale. He lifted up each peach and black mixed hoof, snow threatening to stick to the bottom but he trudged on. One slip, and he went down on one knee in the snow, flinging the white powder around as he rose back to his hooves. The stallion gave one shook before once more trudging to no where in particular. Well, okay, he had his sights on that oak tree in the middle of the field. It would provide no shelter from the cold, but it stuck out and perhaps he could nibble on some of the bark.

Once he approached, he noticed the blue roan mare standing beneath the barren branches of the tree. He approached from an angle to where she could see him but he tried to show himself nonthreatening. He just wanted to nibble at the bark. First, he stopped to paw at the snow, but as he dug, more would just fill up so he could not seem to reach bottom. It was always warm where he grew up. The snow hardly ever fell. Snout lowered into the hole in the snow that he dug and gave a huff, but finding no foliage beneath to lick up, he lifted it once more and continued towards the tree.

He had intentions to ignore the other mare and allow her to go on about her business. He would mind his and she would mind hers and the two would just have a mutual agreement to not disturb the other. Mithos would be quite content with that as he had began to chew on the bark that he pulled from the tree. He did not want to eat much, but knew that others that were as hungry as he would be coming here as well. This poor tree could be stripped bare before the spring.

The dappled stallion's intentions were not to be met when the lady spoke. Turning his head towards her, he responded, "Oh, don't mind me, lass." He said as he pulled away, going back to trying to paw through the snow in order to reach any sort of green beneath. He knew he would not find it green, but it would be something for him to nibble. Perhaps he should search somewhere else. It disheartened the dappled gray stag that he may not find any sort of food anywhere, "I can be on my way."

When he had offered to go, he heard the mare beckon him back. The dappled bronco looked back to her before turning his form to face her again, "I am Mithos." He responded, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Georgia." He added. She then offered to show him where some thinner snow was and he nodded to her, "Yes, I am. Winter is difficult. I make it a note to find food where I can. It is something I learned where I come from." He said to her. He had to admit, it was going to be nice to have company. It felt like it had been so long since he had someone to talk to. The wilderness was no fun when he was wandering it alone and besides, it was better to stick with a herd. There were safety in numbers after all.

Perhaps she was out for a friend as well? Someone to talk to in this beautiful wintery hell that was currently sweeping over the lands as far as the eyes could see? He did not know and he would find out. He thought back to when he was but a colt, running through the powdery snow without a care in the world. His mother and father were watching nearby. His sister was never around much and then just disappeared entirely. He often wondered what became of her, but knew he would never find out.

It was difficult to anger Mithos as she would come to realize in time. The dappled stallion thought about where he was born and how it was now abandoned and gone forever. Everyone had left and no one would ever be there again. He thought of running through the fields with his mother and others in the herd his father ran. The stallion snapped out of his thoughts when the mare spoke to him. "You have to learn fast in order to survive." He said as he followed her through to where she was taking him, "I am new to this area as well." He said as he glanced to her, still following.

"What brings me here? I am in search of a new home." Was all he wanted to say to her for now. She was still barely a stranger, "I am guessing the same for you?" He asked, trying to keep a conversation going. He followed her to the place where the grass was and nodded when she announced their arrival there. He watched her prance forward as he continued to calmly walk behind her. Finally, he lowered his own head down and pawed at the snow, pulling it away to reveal the tender foliage underneath. He began to crop at it, glad he got something of sustenance. He continued to nose snow away to pull at the grass beneath. When she spoke again, he lifted his head to her once more and nodded, "Yes, this is perfect. Thank you." He asked before looking to her, "Might I ask where you come from?" He inquired, just wanting to have someone to converse with.

Mithos heard her say that it was lonely and he had to admit that. He could hardly remember when it was the last time he had someone to walk and talk with him. He thought back to his poor mother. It made him remember the morning he approached her, only to find she had passed on to be with his father in the night. The illness had plagued her for a long time, so it was sad to Mithos, but it was also a relief that she was no longer sick. "It has been the same for me as well. You...are welcome to walk with me through these lands if you like." He had offered her. It was entirely up to her and he almost expected her to refuse and after they were done here, she would go about her way and he would go about his.

The dappled stallion had thanked her for bringing him here. It was nice to taste the grass again, even if it was dry and the golden color that had not as pleasant a taste as the green grasses that sprouted in the spring time. He had asked her where she was from and she mentioned a herd far from there and asked about him, "I was the herd leader of some land also very far from here. One day, everyone just disappeared and abandoned the lands. I could not find a single soul and so I too left." He said, but failed to mention his dame who had met her fate while they were traveling. Perhaps it was not just the fact his father passed away that killed her, but the fact that they had to leave the home that she had been in for a long time and had her foals at. All he knew was everything he loved was gone and he still missed it.