Ever since the legendary Star past on to golden meadow, a new dire era arose in Anok many seasons later. A new evil over-stallion reined in Mountain Herd; trying to take control over all the territories of Anok. Pegasi began to form new herds descending from each of the original ones. And Tundra Herd was one of them; descending from Mountain Herd, Desert Herd, and Snow Herd, they formed together a very small colony of three hundred; and moved to a unclaimed territory that became their home of the snow. Decades later; the small herd developed into a normal size of one thousand; yet small compared to their neighbors. Each of the territories face nervous days of possible sieges from Mountain Herd; but these tough and well developed steeds of the north stand their ground as the democracy of the evil herd gradually grows. (Like the Roman Empire.)
(WELL? LET'S BEGIN!!!!)
The handsome young stallion let the southern winds untangle his ratty mane from flying in the high altitudes by himself. As Froststone gazed south, he could see a herd of caribou tearing up grass beneath the snow with their hooves. He sighed with contentment, his deep chest expanded as his gratefulness increased as he gazed upon his grazing herd. Froststone couldn't help loving each of the pegasi that lived with him in the same territory. The two year old raised his wings and flared them; listening to the wind rustle through his feathers, delight tickled his belly. He stood shin deep in snow, not moving; but continued to gaze on toward the setting sun beyond him among the mountains.