Geneva

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Geneva would never back down from a fight. She would have attacked that mare if she had tried to do anything physical. Luckily it hadn't come to that as Cain showed up and chased her from the land. Now she groomed him, something she knew he wasn't used to but seemed to accept. As his own teeth now seek her back and her pelt quivers at the touch but she huffs to let him know it was good. That he was doing good that it felt good. She wanted to be close to him, and eventually, she'd seek out the other mares and see where they stood in the herd and create bonds with them. They had to be close if they wanted to be a successful herd after all.

She continues this for a little moving over his back and withers before finally withdrawing from it. Shall we walk? I need to get a drinkShe says to him. She then turns toward the Oasis. She glances back at him one more time and then takes off in a trot in that direction. One ear back on him to see if he is following. If not it wouldn't bother her. It took her only a short time to get to the freshwater in which she pressed her muzzle into it to drink.