The crashing of a horse through the forest is a sound that echoes through the trees, for those used to the quiet and relative somberness. Larger and louder than the deer, the filly sends birds off in startled flocks and rabbits off into the brush. Roesia hears her from afar, the Wind that she was born under bringing the news to her in a delighted song. A horse from the village, and a girl following after!

As strange as she looks to a human, Roesia is still human enough for the filly to recognize her as one. It means that when she steps out of the trees in a steady walk, the horse only starts a little; she is breathing heavily from her run and has slowed, needs to rest. Roesia offers the dappled filly a hand and the horse sniffs into it, her practice with Earth helping ease the startled horse faster and more smoothly.

"Someone is following you, little one," she tells the filly, stroking along her neck and leading her to the creek. Some of the water is still flowing in broken spots, and she lets the horse drink, lead loosely gathered in her hand as she picks up some of the remaining grass to offer to the horse. The crunching of snow draws closer, and Roesia smiles slightly into the Wind that swirls around her face.

"If you're looking for the runaway, she's over here," she calls out to Pippa in the woods, features disguised by the shadows of the trees and the black, hooded fur cloak that she wears.