The encroaching stallion, a black giant, may have startled Svetlana if the voice that fell from his lips was not meek and stuttering. She takes a moment to collect herself, clearing her throat as her amber eyes move from the stallion's broad chest to his semi-endearing face. He seems confused by her question, indicating to the buckskin mare that this was most likely his territory and he would generally be the one doing the questioning. But that's not how our lovely mutt works -- she'd much rather keep her new acquaintances on their toes than roll onto her back and show her belly in submission.

Offering a sly smile to the giant Blackmore, she shifts her weight and cocks her hip to the side to stand more comfortably. "Svetlana." She pauses, watching him with intelligent amber eyes. The way he held himself was with authority, but it wasn't overpowering enough to make her despise him. It was a subtle confidence, one that intrigued Svetlana, and spoke of a stronger stallion behind his quivering voice. "This is your territory, I presume?" She pauses and gives a flick of her tail, accompanying it with a sickly sweet smile. "Pardon my intrusion."

She's silent now, her amber eyes watching the stallion briefly and then turning back to glance over the ridge. Instinct tells her to back away -- that the giant stallion could easily shove her over the cusp of the ridge if he saw fit -- but something about the way he spoke to her calmed Svetlana and so she remains where she is.

Besides, our buckskin is a bit of a risk-taker.

Briefly, a flock of gulls swarms overhead, causing Svetlana to look up, her lips pursed in interest.

"How many do you have here? Seems kinda... quiet."