Can't get one wee moment of peace here, can ye? One blue eye cracks open as the sound of hooves in soft sand reach her ears, her lips pursing in disapproval. Grier hadn't really expected to be alone for long, if she was being honest with herself. The Bay herd lingered close together, even though they hardly knew one another and rarely ventured out to meet any of Rougaru's mares. And it seemed the chocolate herd stallion had done well enough for himself in this sweltering jungle, if the trails of mares and their children were any indication. The land was bustling with so many creatures it was absurd to think that her being alone wouldn't garner some attention.

Ah, cannae do anything about it now. With an internal huff, the pony mare swivels her head toward the stranger; the spotted stallion is not one that she has met, though she vaguely recalls seeing him in passing. His greeting seems kindly meant and her annoyance softens gently. She adored Pidgeon, but it wouldn't hurt to make a few other friends for the time she was here.

"Pleasure tae meet ye, Gnome. It's Grier." The other ear flicks forward as the spotted stallion then offers up his advice for beating the heat, and her gaze flicks to the ocean mistrustfully. "Aye, I s'pose it would. The water 'n I dinnae get along well but this heat might still drive me tae risk it."

After a beat her gaze flicks back toward the stallion with the slightest bob of her head. He was handsome, there was no denying that, and she couldn't blame the few mare's she'd spotted at his side for choosing him in the long run. "Sae how long 'ave you been here, then? If'n yer summers are much hotter than this, ye might see a grown mare cry."

The amusement at her own expense lightens the words and the faintest flicker of a smile appears on her lips. A movement behind the spotted boy catches her eye and her attention fixates on the small, disgruntled pony mare. Her scowl reminds Grier so poignantly of her own arrival upon Paradise that she can't help but assume that this must be a repeat of the Liland situation. Another one? Can't the boy keep 'is hands off'n other mares? Greedy wee bastard.

The pastel pink of her nares flutter in a whicker of greeting that very quickly dies as the self-same bastard from her thoughts materializes near to the pony mare. Ah, the devil 'imself. Momma always said they'd make 'im pretty. Her blue eyes flash to the chocolate stallion, not at all abashed to let her gaze rove over him the same way they had Gnome. Must be something in the water.

To his credit, the golden haired stallion leads with an apology for the miserable trek from the Bay and for the uncomfortable state she now found herself in. As 'e should, the git. Still, there is a hardness that has reappeared in Grier's gaze as she looks upon him now, appraisingly. Even taking the immediate circumstance out of consideration, the chocolate stallion had not been wholly innocent in the whole ordeal regarding Zjeena. The grulla mare may regard him with adoration in her eyes, but Grier had lived long enough to know that love would mask near any wrongdoing until it reached a breaking point.

How much of that sordid tale had been left out?

"Aye, nae wolves to speak fer here, save the ones that lurk on four hooves." She says it wryly, a lilt in her voice suggesting it is a joke, although her expression does not lift. "At least wit the cold ye go numb afore ye die. None of this meltin' in place."

"Grier." She offers brusquely with a small huff. 'Ow do men even 'ave conversations wit each other? Do they just give their names and stand there like dolts until someone gets mad? Just like Liland, neither male offered any sort of question for her to answer, and with a derisive twist of her lips she gestured to where the mare was. "Where'd ye take her from? She looks about as happy to be here as I was at first."

Turning her attention from the stallions back to the diminutive mare Grier extends her muzzle in a welcoming gesture. "Wot's yer name love?"