displeasure is scrawled over every taut black line on her body. the thick mud that sticks to her legs weighs her uncomfortably, her ears lay flat in the thick inky nest of mane at her crown, and for the first time in months she holds a pace slower than a trot. of course it would be now, when she is at her worst, or what feels like her worst, that she would happen upon company. she tries to thwart the excitement that bubbles up in her belly as she hears the quiet snort, but despite her current irritation and the total failure she had at engaging her last companion, she is eager for conversation.

she stops to face the stallion, his scent as distinctly masculine as hers is feminine, and wonders how deep into trouble she will find herself this time. judging by the way his dark eyes linger on her curves before finding her face, plenty of trouble. her voice is saucy and playful as she stands, stamping her legs impatiently waiting for the mud to dry and fall off in clods. looking for some thing more like… and not you i might add. is this filthy mud pit your home?? she lifts her tiny black head daintily and waves it around, gesturing to their surroundings. she has wandered farther from her path than she guessed because it looks much different than the common areas she was used to traversing. smelled quite distinct as well. she picks a direction and saunters onward, hoping that eventually she will hit the falls or some clear water to rid herself of the heavy mud, and certain, judging by the interested look in his eye, that the stranger will accompany her.