Xanti glanced over at the red, wondering if the storm that had gone through last night had set her off. The mare did not seem to be as she normally was but the Sorraia had barely known her for a few seasons. It was expected for most horses to have a few off days as well. Xanti was surprised to think that she did not enjoy the rain, he had lived in the deserts long enough to consider it a gift from the gods. He could only guess that the red had come to the Dunes not only to explore but to also escape the storms that brewed on the other Islands. His eyes wandered away from the mare and to the horizon to see if he could spy what she seemed to be intent on. The grullo could see the blobs of other islands and the sea lapping against itself, but otherwise he saw nothing that was different in the view during other days.

The broad-nosed stallion let his eye switch back to the red as she giggled and rubbed his neck. Their gazes locked and he drank in her scent as he waited to see if she would unleash an idea that he guessed she had just formed in her mind. She spoke, confirming that she had indeed thought of something. Maybe it had not just been in the few minutes they had spent together, but she had thought to voice it now. Xanti was about to reply when the red decided to answer, leaving his mouth hanging a bit open. He shut it with a slight click as his eyes lit up with excitement. He wondered if the red was becoming too lonely to be fully gleeful and was trying to propose an idea that wouldn't offend him. If he was lucky, the red was doing just that and would be more than happy to help find mares to join their tiny herd. "And", he started, "if we're lucky, they might be interested in coming home with us." The stallion was getting too bent on his idea of what hidden meaning Red might be trying to say, but if he noticed he did not care.

Pulling away enough not to jostle her, the grullo moved forward until his hooves could barely reach the sand below him, water nearly spraying him in the face every time it bounced past. He turned his head to grin and look at the red. "Would you lead?" The grullo asked, readying himself to push off and join the mare if she moved out with more speed than he expected. Xanti loved his dunes and he loved climbing and sliding about on them, but he was just as ready as he thought the red was to explore and hopefully bring home mares. With a snort of anticipation, the broad-nosed horse tossed his mane and whinnied high to encourage her.