Dragonmaw was friendly enough -- for a mare. She exchanged breath with the blue lady, their whiskers brushing against one another. Dragonmaw felt comfortable with her. For the moment, she didn't seem incredibly unpolite by horse standards. She regarded Asp curiously, as he spoke of her senority among the Inlet. It was true; Dragonmaw was a little more knowledgeable of the terrain, perhaps even more than Asp himself; He was in and out frequently, where as she had remained a constant, like an anchor that bound him.

The stone-hued mare didn't feel the need to openly assert her dominance over Talia, and so she stood relaxed among the duo as they exchanged their names. She remained silent. Just as wordlessly, Dragonmaw turned to venture further into the woodland to where she and Asp had stood formerly. The ground was less rocky and sharp. The grass may have been more comfortable to stand on, but it was just as bitter cold, and hard on her legs and back, but she wasn't the sort to complain. Not openly, anyway. In truth, she hardly noticed. It was but a minor hardship in the grand scheme of things.

Her head drops once upon the softer ground, smelling where she had occasionally munched, mentally mapping out her favorite spot. She did this often, to assure she did not forget.