She raises her dark head higher on her nape and looks down at him with bicolored eyes. Fenrir had tenacity, it was an admirable quality, she had to admit to herself. It was a quality in breeders that she had never personally witnessed. She eyes him as he spoke once again, informing her that it was not that simple. How could it not be? How could it be so confusing? She shakes out her ebony tresses as she ponders his words. There is cooperation and compromise." "Compromise?" She questions. Mares never compromised, that was for the stallions.

Just because a mare is capable of seeing off a predator by herself, does not mean that she should have to." She puffs her chest in pride, she had chased off many predators. She had wanted to. She had wanted to feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she chased a deadly predator away from her sisters. "Have you ever asked you mares if they wanted to?" She questions. Maybe they were like her.

A breeze catchs her dark tresses and toss them around her muscular shoulders, she had trained hard as a child. From the very moment she could gallop swiftly she had snuck away from her boring studies to watch in awe as her warrior sisters trained. They had shown grace yet a fierceness that had the young roan colored filly in awe. Many moonlit nights she had snuck out on to the sparkling sandy shores to practice the battle moves she had seen that day. A slight smile touches her dark lips as the fond memory bursts onto the screen of her mind.

She turns her bicolored eyes on Fenrir. "Wouldn't you prefer to spread your legacy without all of the bother of leading, fending off predators or raising your offspring?" She questions.