Therese had wandered for what felt like days, but in truth it had only been a few hours, the forest already felt so familiar under her hooves, as if she were made for it and it was made for her, two pieces of a puzzle that slotted perfectly together. The bond was instantaneous, and unlike anything she had felt before. It was good, better than good.

Maybe that was why her mood was pleasant. Maybe that was why she moves towards the mare when she spots her. She thinks it odd that they are not all together, milling around the same area and taking comfort from each other’s company. Safety in numbers after all, and surely that would make it easier for Vercingetorix to protect them. Therese’s brow creases into a frown, but she manages to remove it before she reaches the stranger.

She wouldn’t want her first impression to come across badly.

Therese is not naturally a friendly creature, she had always preferred the company of herself to the company of many. But if the Forest was to be her new home then she would have to make changes – some of them to herself.

“Hello,” she states, and it seems to be a decent enough greeting, simple and short. She takes a moment to watch the other mare. She seemed to be waiting, probably for the rest of the herd – good. “I am Therese, Vercingetorix’s....” what, friend? Perhaps, companion, maybe that two. How would you describe the few spoken words and the sunset that had passed between them... “Vercingetorix’s,” she ends with a shrug.