"Perhaps Behema. I would go with you, if you just asked nicely." Her words exit her lips just above that of a hiss, the venom dripping off of each word. The dunes were unsafe? Was it because he could not defend his own home from invaders? Her tail whips to and fro, her irritation with the stallion apparent. This who situation could of been avoided if he would of approached her differently. With a snort, she turns away from him, letting their conversation die right there in the sands at their hooves. She moves gracefully away from him, managing the shifting sands with ease.

She walked in silence, she was uninterested in talking with this stallion. She did not care for the conversation, she had more pressing matters to deal with. Her delicate ears swivel atop her head, listening to the soft rustle of the sands. Honey colored eyes gaze out across the horizon, searching for this oasis that he had mentioned. She would drink and than be on her way, she had no interest in hanging around on Salem.

As the minutes drag on, a smear of green appears on the horizon, at-least he knew where they were going. From the desert sands it sprouted, the oasis. She eyes the water thirstily, but holds back. She did not want to just rush up to the water and drink, she would hate for him to think that he had rescued her. She had the whole situation under control, until he came barging in like some hero. She snorts at the thought.

ooc: btw! I love Olaf! <3