The cold gaze in K1A1’s eyes does not change as Dögun arrives, but at his instruction, she does not engage this new stallion who calls himself Grai. The herd was apparently growing. She nods at Grai to acknowledge his greeting, but does not offer her name. K1A1 does not bother with small talk, as it serves no purpose.

As the red mare concisely explained her presence, K1A1 notices her tendency to keep her eyes primarily upon her as she spoke. Interesting, but not surprising. K1A1 was not exactly a leader, but the direct manner in which she spoke and carried herself was often mistaken for authority. Standing opposite her was not unlike staring down the barrel of a loaded shotgun—a modicum of respect was certainly a good idea, but better to mind whoever had their hand on the trigger.

“Grai is correct. Salem is where you will find the Desert. I will show you from which point you should depart to ensure the most direct swim.”

K1A1 turns and takes a few steps to the south, peering over her large shoulder and expecting the red mare to follow her.

K1A1