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Seeing her fall into step with him without further complaint helped to settle some of his worries and he kept an ear trained back for her response even while the rest of his attention was devoted to scanning the treeline to look for threats. Autumn tended to bring out the reckless side of stallions, and while Raegar had no qualms defending the little gray, he was also worried that any scuffle in her proximity would end up harming her more than him.

She seemed confused by his question and he paused to look back to her, a questioning tilt to his head before he nodded. "Right?" Realization seemed to dawn on him that perhaps she had no idea what Salem even was. He hadn't run into a lot of horses that hadn't been born on the islands other than his own sire, and his own sire had most assuredly known what Salem was by the time he was born. "Oh!" He made a soft chuff of apologetic amusement before bobbing his muzzle toward her and elaborating.

"Salem is one of the main herd islands." He grinned and allowed his tail to flick again. "It's by far the prettiest, and the best." Raegar smirked and gestured in the general direction of where they were headed. "And I'm not just saying that because it's where I live."

Well, he was, kind of. But one couldn't grow up among those beautiful windswept canyons, with the big blue sky overhead and the smell of sage in your nostrils and not love it. He broght his gaze back to her, the inquisitive tilt back. "Where is it you're from, then?"

young stallion - mutt - seal bay overo - 15.1h - rafe x velahrn