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Another mare joined.

Things were getting interesting, to say the least.

Firestorm’s ears flicked back with uncertainty, before swiveling and urging forward, once again. Anath carried herself with strength, and her coat was undoubtedly marred with many marks; untold and obviously present. This seems to make Firestorm respect the mare immediately, especially given her elderly state. She heard what Anath had to say, only to huff out a breath through her nose in a half-snort.

“ Honestly, it IS a better line than most tend to use.. “ she replies, eyeing her over. But then, something catches her attention even further about Anath. A scent she recognizes -- it’s very faint. But.. recognizable. “ Who are you? “ she asks. Out of context, it may have sounded rude. It wasn’t. Or at least her intention wasn’t to be. Not that she knew names, locations or even faces that called these islands home… but she couldn’t help but try to pinpoint the trace of that scent. It wasn’t earthy, or open and airy. It had a distinctive stink she knew she’d smelled before. Ugh. This was going to bother her.

After, her attention turns to the multi-colored stallion as he regards her, now. She’d chuff at Rafe’s initial statement towards her, “ Oftentimes, I’m not one for communication, either. “ she replies in kind, almost in defense of the vulcan. “ I’m a woman of action, more than anything else. “ she says. This wasn’t exactly a lie -- physical action made most sense to Firestorm, and might made right. But she hadn’t had much in the way of experience when it came to pulling the strings of others… Then again, not all skills are immediately known (or acknowledged, for that matter). “ You’re smart for considering your women more than the breeders of your sons and daughters, but.. There’s more sustenance to any band stallion than how he treats his women. “ she replies. “ No matter how charming -- or how inviting the home that clings to his coat may be. “