Braylen was his name.

She liked this Braylen fellow.

Well she did until she heard his idea. She saw right through that whole if you show me your land i'll show you mine. It made no sense to backtrack to a place you only just left minutes ago. With a snort she stalks closer to him, having to tip her head back to look up at his face, "Why not see your home first? We're already here. We'll just be wasting time if you take me home." and if she went back to the prairie then Sicily or Valentine would quickly spot her and give her a scolding; something she wanted to avoid.

"Come on Bray," she chimes, darting around him to go prancing into the bushes. Rufina was heading deeper into the territory, wanting to get as far away as she could from the border. The many scents of others assaulted her delicate nose and she wondered how many horses called this green place home. Probably had more horses than the prairie, she thinks, not at all concerned if Braylen had chosen to follow after.