After hours of splashing water, flying hooves, and excited nickers, Stormwind and Wingsong collapsed on the warm sand and rocks of the lake. “I’m exhausted,” Wingsong snorted. ”Me too,” Stormwind replied. Silence eventually filled the air and the two foals closed their eyes. Slowly the sun crossed the sky, and until dusk they slept. Wingsong woke first. Her eyes fluttered open, and expecting the bright rays of the sun, Wingsong woke to shimmering stars. She gasped. ”Stormwind! Wake up! We overslept!” The colt jumped. ”What?” Wingsong nudged him. ”C’mon, we have to move. It’s already night, and if we hadn’t fallen asleep we would be at the Vein.“ Stormwind snorted and slowly got up. He stretched his legs, back, and wings, and finally said, ”Ready.” Wingsong broke into a trot along the edge of the lake. Stormwind lifted off the ground and flew over the lake, his hooves skimming the water. Three quarters into the night, the duo arrived at the Vein on the eastern side of Sun Herd’s territory. ”We’re here,” Wingsong announced. ”The northern end of Mountain Herd’s territory is just across here,“ Stormwind whispered. His voice was tense. Wingsong shivered at the thought. Mountain Herd’s over-stallion, Silverwing, was cruel and unfair. He loved to torture the other herd’s of Anok. Wingsong shook off the thought and smiled slightly. “We’ll be okay.. I hope.“