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Though her lengthy journey through the sea was at an end, her muscles seemed to scream with every movement; as if someone had taken a meat tenderizer to every inch of her body. Dag realizes the all over tender feeling will not be subsiding any time soon, if anything it would be worse by tomorrow. But it was better than starving to death. The only ones that had been able to escape the rampant disease had been her father's children. Which meant it was likely something he had passed down in his genetics that graced her to still be alive. She pushes the thought away as she begins to have the uneasy feeling of being watched. She raises her dome from the lush greenery and spots a red figure nearing her just as he nickers a soft greeting. Nares flare as she gives a snort and auds perk forward on her skull as she watches him draw closer.

Though her experience with stallions was limited to half-siblings and her father, she knew that some of them had the mentality that they needed to prove something. This one stays a distance away, giving Dag plenty of space to assess him and decide whether or not he was one of those brutes. Before she can come to a conclusion his words break the silence between them and her icy blue orbs are drawn to his face. The words that pass through his lips are welcoming and kind, bringing her comfort that she wouldn't need to worry about him trying to push her around. A soft smile graces her kisser as she answers him, "Quite alright, just a bit sore. I'm Dag. Who are you?" She cocks her head slightly, taking a step towards him.