Harelquin was not overly thrilled by the idea of an unfamiliar female appearing out of random to disrupt their quiet desert lifestyle. However she did find it somewhat intriguing that the young mare did manage to undermine Cain without even lifting a hoof against him. Much like the wily coyote that lingered in the shadows, waiting on the first semblance of weakness to strike the young mare had taken aim and hit with careful accuracy.
A single raven tipped lobe swivels amid the windsept tangle of her black and white tresses as dark near-black eyes follow the form of Cain as he slides into view. A part of her expected him to approach with proud head held high and thickly muscled neck curled in preparation of battle. She expected to see him with lips peeled back in anger and a sneer upon his lips as he gazed upon the interoping intruder. And yet he suprises her again.
His nicker of greeting is warm, his own dark eyes alight as he rises to meet her own. An affectionate smile tugs the corners of her lips upwards into a smile as she in turn lifts her teacup muzzle to nicker a warm greeting. Long alabaster whipcord flicks absently back and forth against slender haunches as he closes the space between them. His ears fold backwards in shame. Her name falls like a whispered promise from his lips, curiosity lingering amid the throws of hope.
Apart of her wanted to be furious with him. How dare he charge off to the main island at such a time as this and leave them vulnerable to the infiltration of strangers. However perhaps she too was at blame. Had she been more focused upon the dangers that lingered upon their borders and less focused on the strange bat-eared foxes that had quickly become a personal favorite of hers then she might have taken notice of the painted mare before her claim became valid.
Her own ears fold backwards as arched serpentine stretches towards his own, velvet labrums inhaling the strong musky odor of his skin and finding comfort in the familiar flavors that linger there. "Cain..." she murmurs, her breath hot as it lingers against his skin. Dark lashes blink slowly as the black and white mare leans against his solid frame, curling her lithe figure against his own. "So you noticed our new neighbors?" she inquires, turning her gaze to where the newcomer and her companion grazed in lanquid silence.