Dragon stood for a short time, his nostrils flaring and blowing out the scents he received. It made perfect sense that someone had taken his home in the years that he had been away, yet the stallion could not accept it. There was no point in taking it back over and even then there was barely any chance of success. He turned, dazed, as he heard a voice break through his thoughts. A mare stood, the color of her coat nearly black but touched with reds and browns. Blotches of white covered her legs and underbelly. The coloring reminded him of someone, but he could not think of a name or a face. He frowned slightly at her words. "I am Dragon." He stopped for a moment to consider his words. Technically he was marked with a title of 'the', but he had stopped adding it to his greeting once he realized it had almost became a bragging right. It had been given to him by his mother, who had deemed it upon herself to make her boy a fighter; a stallion scarred with experience and death. Why his mother had those intentions, he never knew, but the only evidence now was the simple title. The black stallion was more concerned as to why it had almost become something he was proud of.

The stallion had forgotten about the mare, busy with mulling over the new ideas and thoughts his name had triggered. His legs moved of their own accord, beginning to closer approach his slope before another voice spoke. He stopped and turned his head yet again to examine a buckskin stallion. His coat was almost painfully bright compared to the dark mare, and Dragon blinked in response to his words. Was it not obvious to the stallion that the mane he was toying with was not soaked and that only one set of footprints came from the ocean? The stallion let it process for a moment before it decided it was some sort of joke. The buckskin had probably come to protect his mare, but Dragon was confused to why he was not being chased away.

The black stallion smiled faintly, not sure whether he should stay or go. The buckskin had only addressed the dark mare, yet the mare had been speaking (more or less) with Dragon. He decided to stay put. "Is this your home?" He asked softly, his eye shifting from first the dark mare to the buckskin. The black stallion moved so he could observe the two better with his eye but still did not directly face them. He was scared that he would be chased out of his home before he could fully enjoy it again.