Wren hadn't noticed how freely she was acting with him until just then, the closeness of the trees only emphasizing the lack of space between them. He pressed his muzzle to the side of her oustretched one, and she lowered her head a bit as he moved his lips to her neck, eyes closing briefly. Her chests puffed out with a soft sigh as his touch left her skin. His words cut through the quickly-encroaching fog within her, bringing her back into focus, and she shook herself a bit. What was she doing? What about keeping cover? What about trackers? She'd been so afraid of everything lately, constantly watching her back. She was pretty sure Boomslang was a total stranger, not someone out to bring her home, but she should have been more careful. It just felt so nice to let go for a little while.

She nodded in response, eyes staring up at the exposed bit of sky in front of them. "So much raw power," she said, her voice low. "And all of us subject to its whims." A thunderstorm didn't have to answer to anyone; it was all-encompassing, taking anything and everything in its wake, heedless of the needs of others. If she were as big and as strong as a storm, she'd have nothing - nobody - to fear.

When he spoke again, Wren glanced back at him in surprise, her black-rimmed ears tipped forward. "Really? It's just you in all this space?" She assumed someone as easygoing as him would have a sizeable herd. But then, if he'd had a herd, would she have found him running across the fields the way she did? Probably not. Secretly, she was grateful for it.

She felt the brush of his muzzle at her hip, and she rested her head on the slope of his hindquarters if he let her, glad for the touch of another. It had been so long since she'd been touched. Long before she'd left, the others had been banned from coming into any sort of contact with her, and any touch she'd received had been used as punishment for something or other. The mare was starved for positive attention, and Boomslang's nearness was a salve on her frayed nerves, calming her. The rain pounded down around them, subtle but insistent background noise, and the water-saturated environment released strong verdant scents to mingle with their own.

At his question, she lifted her head enough to speak properly, ears shifting uncertainly. "No," she admitted, though her voice wasn't embarrassed, merely curious. "I know of an equine sort of Boomslang," she joked, "but nothing else. Care to enlighten me?" Words done, she resumed her original position. Her posture was comfortable, her body relaxed, languid. It felt nice to not be alone for once.