She did not expect him to be angry and understood as much as he did that her actions were not done with malicious intent. Although she had not sought out the company of others, it did not mean that she didn't normally stay within range of them. Truth be told, she was not adverse to the thought of spending time in their company but she was either too lazy or too proud to make the first move. She did not expect him to be worried about her yet she not surprised by it either. From what little interaction they'd had, she knew he was a kind stallion; she understood that he was the type that would worry and care for all his mares. Still, she found herself surprised that he would actually leave the herd's side just to find her - if that was indeed what he did.

The grulla roan mare had little to say in response, and whatever it was, was cut off by the lightning strike at their door. In an instant Dögun was pressed against her, shielding her from the worst of the flying fragments of rock. Mother nature could be vicious and Sigrún was glad Dögun had found her when he did otherwise it could have been him, and not the rock, that was stuck by the mother’s wrath.

His laugh vibrated through her and for a moment she almost felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips; almost. She was beginning to think his upbeat nature could become infectious if one spent too much time with him. She wondered if the other mares found that to be the case; she wondered about the other in mares in general. Who were they? She knew the faces more than she knew the names; Freya, the bay roan lead mare, K1A1 the blue roan draft, Latte the palomino and Grai the chestnut second stallion. There was also the chestnut mare with the sickly foal, the large white draft with her large bay foal, a palomino with flashes of white and spots and another palomino with two foals in tow. Including Dögun and the foals, she only knew 5 names out of 13 members of the Inlet; less than half.

His words echo off the cave walls, ”Nei, unless eating saxifrage is frowned upon.” If it was, she would continue to risk the god’s wrath. She leaned into him, ears swivelling at the sound of his voice. ”I have been well.” He probably wanted to hear more from her, but it was not in her nature to elaborate, not without persistant prompting.