As the heavy stallion nears her, her honey colored eyes dart over his frame. What was a heavy breed doing in the Dunes? A laugh erupts from her lips, it was interesting that he had decided to dwell here. But as quickly as her laugh erupted out, she quiets it. As he nears he reaches his nostrils forward, offering his nostrils. She exchanges a quick breath, but before she could even speak. He was pushing on her, trying to herd her, to who knows where. Her ears instantly flatten into her flaxen tresses. Who did he think he was? Her hooves begin to dance beneath her. As if to had insult to injury, he managed to lay a nip on her hindquarter. In an answer, she lifts her hindquarters and lets out a quick warning kick. A squeal is thrown at him, her anger boiling near the surface.

She moves in the general direction that he herded her, quietly contemplating her next move. She could easily outrun this massive brute, leaving him to eat the sand that she threw in his face. Her eyes roll behind her, watching each of his movements, calculating her escape. She would not go down without a fight. In a single swift motion, she wheels around. Her hooves just a whir of movement. Anger rips from deep within her chest as a maddening squeal escapes her opened lips. Her ears were buried within her mane, her eyes smoldering. "Zahaba ana!!" She stands there defiantly.