Hira had been spending plenty of time with Mink and Sparrowhawk. Learning the ways. She had constantly been at Mink's side for help on navigating the lands. Cautious and careful as usual.

Gray and white beast, galloping the open field. The only time she felt like free running was when no one else was around. A field was perfect for it. It was a chilly night. Hooves beat and rumbled against the ground.

Ears behind as she galloped. She was beginning to think that her son wasn't in the same world as her, but her heart still carried for him. She wants him to be safe. Time and time again when she would look for him, he wasn't there.

Secretly? She hoped he wasn't in some sort of war environment still. She hoped he was somewhere safe and sound. It killed her to think that he could be in danger where the war was ongoing. Hira blames herself every day. Every day she wishes she didn't go out for information. Maybe they would be alive. Maybe the house wouldn't have been on fire.