Everything she had done had been for the betterment of her physical condition. Water saturated her veins and made her healthy, it quenched her thirst and made the black shine of her coat slowly return. The food here, though meagre and dry compared to the lush sea grasses of her home were enough to put meat on her bones, slowly hiding her ribs on her skinny frame and helping her heal.

Leviathan had discovered shortly after her arrival here that she has suffered some damage from the waves that had previously carried her. While her bones had ached she had discovered that there were bruises on her hips and shoulders, now slowly fading away beneath her dark skin.

As she drank, she did not expect to be found by company.

“This is a good place.” The other woman's voice cuts through the mid-morning air. Caught slightly off guard, Leviathan jerks her head to the side before turning it in the direction of the voice. The stranger was large, much like the first mare that had met the skinny black on her first day, but she seems more polite- less likely to try and dominate the black mare. Flicking her ears backwards for a moment, she lifts her head and stares at the other woman, eyes scouring her thick frame as she listened to the mares continued words. “I like to plan ahead.” The dark woman liked to be prepared, and found that she had become more paranoid lately, especially since she was in less than pique physical condition and she had landed in an unfamiliar place.

While Leviathan was still assessing the physique of the large, spotted mare, there was another sound, this time one that the sea wench is prepared for. The other newcomer is a more familiar site, she too is lean and graceful in appearance, much like Leviathan herself and the horses she had once come to know in her home. Flaring her nostrils and exhaling sharply, she wonders if she has made the mistake of coming into the meeting area of the peak, and if perhaps she was soon to become part of a meeting she wanted little to do with.

Instead of beginning to speak of business, the new, black mare instead greets them casually, and Leviathan slowly lets her ears lift away from her dark, shaggy mane. “Morning.” Unsure of how to proceed, as her first encounter with a mare on the mountain had resulted in Leviathan overpowering her with the promise of violence if she weren't to promptly leave (which the large, spotted mare did in fact do, after pointing out the name of this place), the black mare shifts her weight and sighs. “I am Leviathan.” She adds in her ragged voice.