Maslakhat

His name was a mouthful, yet it suited the stallion and she wondered briefly if it held a hidden meaning. Sana's own name meant she-wolf, and it was fitting given her wolfish eyes. Now that she thinking about it, she was pretty certain her siblings were all named something related to the wolves as well. Perhaps their mother had a sense of humor whilst naming them, seeing as how those beasts were one of equines worst enemies. She'd have to question Blaez the next time she sees him.

She returns her attention back to Masla, ears tilting towards him in interest. So he saw her? Well of course he had you nit, her mind snaps, for once stopping its endless thinking to actually comment on something. Sana wasn't a pale little thing so of course he'd seen her. She nods a bit at this, confirming his words.

"My brother is an idiot really," she honestly says, eyes doing their roaming once more. Usually she'd rather go for a male just as unique as her, but there was something about Masla that called to her. He was a mystery; a foreign thing that she wanted to know. "Despite his age he has no experience with fighting. You however seemed to know what you were doing," a wicked grin crosses her lips after the small compliment. That mischievous glint that had somewhat faded while watching the fight was back and flickering like a flame in her golden orbs. A little flirting here and there never harmed anyone.

"I like a stallion that can hold his own," she admits, before turning her gaze away from him. Despite the cool winds it was still slightly hot and so Sana turns to head back the way she came from which led deeper into the territory. "Shall we? I'm sure you'd like to take the time to rest a while," she gestures with her head for him to tag along, almost dancing on her hooves, impatient as ever.