Our buckskin girl waits anxiously at the crest of the cliff, hoping to herself that this herd meeting will be more along the lines of a group discussion than a presentation on her part. She hadn’t accounted for large amounts of speaking when she’d released her call for the herd, and she begins to worry that that’s exactly what is going to come about. Her amber eyes find the soft curvature of Paradise’s shores, though none of its residents seem to be out exploring today - she figures the vast majority of them are in hiding and cursing Rhaego beneath their breathes.

When the sea breeze decides to strengthen, Leopard turns her golden frame slightly to the side to brace herself against the squall and her amber eyes fall on an encroaching grullo form. Her ears flutter forward atop her head as she watches the short stallion with blatant interest. His scent is unfamiliar to her, though she doesn’t recognize many of the scents of Paradise yet, so she forces an awkward sort of half-smile onto her lips in greeting. The grullo comes nearer and she wonders if he is Sahin, though she expects the former King of Paradise would have less of a nervous expression on his face and more of an angry one.

Leopard is immediately on the defensive as the shorter stallion begins to circle her, and she pivots her buckskin frame with his movements so that she is always facing him. Her flaring nostrils register the scents of a different place and it’s only now that she realizes the intruder’s intentions - in response, she digs her hooves into the warm sand and braces her frame against his rough guidance, teeth lashing out at his face every time he comes close in another attempt to move her.

Fortunately for Leopard, it’s only a short amount of time before Rhaego forces himself between her and the grullo stallion. While ears remain hidden in her tousled mane, she makes no attempt to push passed Rhaego, despite the itch in her extremities that begs for her to do just that. Her pupils narrow at the shorter stallion as she glares at him over Rhaego’s buckskin back. She registers the action subconsciously when her King turns his head to look at her briefly, but she does not remove her amber eyes from the grullo. She spits her words at him, when she is finally able to part her clenched teeth: “Run home. You have a short while before I go to find you.” A harsh snort pushes its way through her nostrils. “I hope you have a good hiding spot.”