The soft call had brought a smile to her lips. Sehrish was a simple creature, easy to please, and already when she had resolved to grazing quietly on her lonesome in the small meadow in the middle of the forest, she had decided that she would be happy for the food. The grass here was sweet, flavoured by the soft mists of rain that must have frequently been found between the trunks of the tightly knit trees here. The near-white mare fed almost ravenously, nibbling and chewing quickly, occasionally flicking her pale tail across her hips and taking a step forwards to move past the patch of grass that she had all but chewed to the bone, and to reach the next patch of sweet, delicious grass.

When her duckling had greeted her from that short distance, she continued grazing, but instead with a smile slicked across her face, listening intently for the stallion's approach. Flicking her ears and shifting her weight, she nickers back to the spotted stallion once he is close enough. Stepping towards him, she lifts her head and nudges at his shoulder, her dark eyes skimming across the intricate design that covers his body. In her travels, she had seen other horses with such unique markings that stretched across their bodies, but never in her homeland had she seen anything so extravagant. Under the sun, it seemed that everyone's skin had been bleached by the heat and they were destined to be solid in color, with the occasional slashes of white on their legs or faces to break the monotony.

”I saw others.” She speaks up, her tone saying more than her words did. Sehrish had wanted to meet others, to once again be integrated into a herd and to run as a group with the others. The very thought of once again being one of a whole was tempting to the mare, and as she thinks about possibly having a family again, she steps forwards and leans her chest against the stallion's barrel, turning her next to the side and resting her neck along his back until her chin settled on his rump just above his tail.