Xanti was a bit surprised that the mare had never walked through a desert before, she had the vibe of an explorer to the stallion. Perhaps that was why she had approached the dunes, it was a more finicky desert. The dunes that rose and fell had attracted the stallion more so than the desert, but he had a past that kept him from approaching the land that looked so much like his old home. For all he knew, the dunes were more attracting than the desert and he would be finding more intrigued by the hills of sand than his neighbor's low sweeping land. His grin was broad as she agreed to tour the desert with him and he turned in a tight circle to begin climbing up the dune he had just half-slid down to greet the mare. He hoped she would dry fast enough where not too much sand and grit would get in her mane and coat.

Stopping and swinging his head around to gaze at the mare, he listened as her voice cut through the air once again. "Would it be a problem if I didn't?" He asked, trying to keep a serious face for a second before letting his grin return. He had never seen the point of names, but it seemed as though horses were interested in being able to call him something. It was curious thing, but the grullo didn't mind sharing the name he barely used back at home. "It's Xanti. Now, come on! It's been ages since I explored with someone else." His head turned back and he quickly moved up the dune, stopping at the top to flare his nostrils and look at the endless stretch of his home. He thought he scented water to the left and he hadn't explore that area yet. With excited whinny he checked to make sure the dark mare was following before setting off down the dune.

Sand sprayed lightly as he reached the bottom and soon the stallion was weaving betwen the sand dunes but trying to glance back and make sure he hadn't left the mare behind. It was almost childish how excited he was to explore with another, but the stallion hoped the mare felt the same. She seemed nervous and he hoped it wasn't because of something he was doing. With the thought now stuck in his head, the stallion decided to try and figure out that if anything he was doing was bothering her, and then try and fix it. Slowing to a stop, he turned his head back to gaze questioningly at the mare. "Is there somewhere in particular you'd like to go?" Although the mare hadn't been in any deserts, perhaps she had heard stories about them and was interested in something she had heard.