Resting there with his body steady, Nahawi did not look up once he heard someone come his way. The stallion did keep his ears listening, but for the moment he held no reason to open his brown eyes. It was when the other horse began to speak that Nahawi finally let his orbs open to scan that of a light colored, tall stallion. The red dun stud snorted faintly, but listened to that of this draft cross without much showing in his eyes. There was a hint of his bravery, but otherwise there was a touch of boredom there coating their depths.
“Perfect place?” Standing to his full height and raising his head, Nahawi did not have to look up really to scan that of this stallion. There was no name from this new comer, but he didn't let it bother him as he replied with his own name. “Nahawi, named by natives from where I came.” Tilting his head slightly, Nawahi scanned this stallion a bit more thoroughly. The light colors on him were interesting, for he was used to his own color pallet on equines, but oh well. “Where do you have planned to be the perfect place for me?”
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