the only touches she has known as of late, have been violent ones, brought by war and battle, or the soft consoling nudges meant to ease grief. Neither have prepared her for the tenderness that kendry exudes as he softly brushes the side of her face, and stands close. It is such a foreign thing that the towering dark mare almost recoils from him, her eyes wide with the confusion she finds herself battling. She doesn’t pull away, though her muscles coil tightly. Instead Božena holds herself still, studying him carefully, breathing in the somewhat familiar scent of his large pale body. So much had happened since they last crossed paths.

her large head tips curiously, enticing an explanation from the massive stallion as he steps away, though he seems already poised to deliver the reason for his presence. She wonders, briefly, if there were no other mares kendry was familiar enough with to help with the boy… it seemed so unlikely that her strange language would be reason enough to climb the steep mountainsides in search of her if things were so urgent… but then he goes on. hers? Božena shakes her head incredulously but feels her heart pick up into a turbulent rhythm. The same nose…. Could it be another of the krev, the blood, had survived? Surely it was none from her home… but kune had been found had he not? Perhaps one of the lower herds had more survivors?

her skin twitches anxiously and she gestures down the mountain path, indicating that they could talk as they descended. ”my.. my rodina did not survive. But if he is of my blood perhaps we do speak the same language. I will help him if I can, Kendy. I’m glad you came for me.” Worry and curiosity burn warmly in her veins as they scamble down the narrow slopeside. The urgency of the situation is brought back to life when kendry breaks into a ground covering gallop, and though it feels strange to do so, Božena follows suit, lengthening her giant stride to cover the ground easily. She pays close attention, regal head held high and aware, with dark eyes scanning the beach before them. She smiles, despite her concern, and nods askendry sends her forward without him, slowing to a careful walk. She remembers the heart wrenching moment when she had first saw inka after washing up on these foreign shores, running blindly thinking she had found her family.. her matka… her stomach clenches with discomfort. She stops within a few strides of the colt, offering a quiet nicker. Her voice only trembles slightly when she speaks to him, ”jsi v pořádku, maličko?