To her knowledge, Cullen wasnt aware of her little adventure to the falls and that was a good thing. Cherish felt great, refreshed, and she couldn't even feel the bruise on her chest anymore. The bay minimal overo bounced around the Lagoon with a newfound happiness and a large smile.

Her belly was becoming increasingly round the past few days, but she was still small enough to hide her pregnancy of she really wanted. Cherish was never that type and she found it uncomfortable to suck in so they let every inch of excess fat hang loose. That was until she saw the handsome stranger her son was talking to.

She bounced up beside Cullen with bright eyes attached to the dunalino that had her attention. She drew closer to him with a smile, but it faded as she got a better look at him. "Woah you have a lot of crazy marks on your body! Do they hurt?" As she asked if they hurt, her muzzle was already poking at the marks along his body.

There was no sense of danger in her even though she could feel her son's glare on her back. She just fought to urge to look back and make sure, but yes he was glaring. Her head raised and her blues met the eyes of the stranger head on. A sheepish smile crosses her lips. "I'm Cherish."