Leviathan was not a soul easily damaged by words or intentions. Even now, while she was frail and starving, she had the sort of gall to stand up to a much larger, healthier, and better fed mare. Perhaps it had been foolish of her, but as the spotted mare folds from her position and appears to become ashamed of her behaviour, the black mare smells a small sense of victory, and thinks to soften her stance a bit. This was not a battle of dominance, but a show of being an unmoveable force, and the strange black mare appeared to have been successful in showing that she was not someone to be trifled with.

Relaxing a little bit so as to not seem so aggressive, Leviathan still kept her dark ears pressed backwards as a visible reminder that she was unafraid of the larger mare, in case they were likely to come to blows. The other mare had backed down, acknowledging that she would be able to find water elsewhere, and it was unnecessary for her to have bothered the slumbering black mare, but that was behind them now, and it seemed they were forced to go forwards.

As the conversation continues, now with more inquiries from the large mare, Leviathan thinks for a moment. Perhaps she had grown so frigid in the ocean, and the embrace of the water had been familiar to her- or perhaps she was truly sick and incapable of feeling the cold. Unsure of what this meant, she opted to give a huffy answer instead. “I was thirsty, and then I was tired.” She states rather flatly, with her ragged and harsh voice.

Somewhere, deep down, she was appreciative of the sort of power that the mare had originally shown, and figured that this foreign land seemed the right kind of place for a female to prosper and grow strong, without the fear of being beaten into subordination by males. It was different from the distant land that she had come from, it seems, and she already found herself rooted to the spot and unlikely to leave, even if the mare charged at her with the intend to drive her out. “Leviathan.” She gives the mare her name, as if this is the key to securing her position in this place and asserting that it was unlikely she would be ducking out and away from the foot of the mountain anytime soon.

That and she was somewhat curious to know the name of the previously robust mare.