Vihaan has been watching over her son from a distance for some time, content that he is safe under the watchful eye of the gentle white and pale gold mare, Zubeia. It was not that the dunalino did not trust her, but it was in her very nature to be ever-vigilant and watchful always. She was born with the instinct and drive to protect, and it was as impossible for her to deny this part of herself as it was for her to fly. Detecting movement in her peripheral vision, she turns her head to find the large, heavily built mare coming in search of her son. A small smile tugs at Vihaan’s lips. She was deeply glad for the fact that Akello had siblings to play with, and would ensure he had the opportunity to grow close to them.

Another figure approaches, this mare also familiar – Primrose. Vihaan knew of them only from a distance. Her pregnancy had been hard on her emotionally, and she had withdrawn, and following Akello’s birth, she had been greedy for time alone with him and Cain. But, she’d long been yearning for female companionship. The emptiness she felt inside, being parted from her mother by her own actions (and her father, and her sister), would never be entirely filled by others, but Cain, Akello, and the mares of the herd would succeed in easing the ache in her heart.

Her wandering thoughts were interrupted by a call from Geneva, and this prompted Vihaan to act on her desire to approach. The lean mare dipped her head in acknowledgement as she neared the pair, her ears turning to catch Primrose’s greeting. "It is good to finally meet you both properly," Vihaan said, genuine in her words. She cast her copper eyes toward the bay mare, curious, and turned her head to meet Primrose's gaze too. "Are you both well?" she queried, pondering over what had spurred the mare to call herself and Primrose to her. Geneva seemed at ease, lipping at the sparse desert grass. This in turn put Vihaan at ease, allaying any concerns she might have had.

The dunalino mare settles comfortably in the sand, tipping a hind-hoof as she adopted a restful pose, her attention drifting back to the playful antics of her beloved son.