A wry smile crosses his lips as he speaks. "Well, put it this way, I would not like to try and stop them" At least it seems as if he had the brains not to tell them to stop if they chose to chase off a predator. A smile touches her pink lips for a brief second before it melts away. "It is a good idea to not interfere." She says simply as she eyes him, he was a peculiar breeder.

As he turns the question around on her, she raises her head higher onto her muscled neck. She mulls over the question for a moment before answering. "It is not an option for us. We are the born leaders, we raise our fillies in the ways of Inanna, we chase off the predators." She puffs her chest proudly. "It is our way."

She had never met her father, he was sent off of the Island before she was born; she never needed him. Her mother had always been there, telling her that she was stronger without the hold of a stallion. Mother, was correct. "I am not concerned with a stallions existence, my only concern is that my sisters are free to choose." She says. Mother had warned her of a stallion's smooth words, she had told her men did not deserve her. She nods to herself. Mother was correct. She always was.

A soft breeze ruffles her dark mane. Inanna She closes her bicolored eyes, the Goddess was always with her. She opens her eyes once again. "Fenrir. What do you choose?"