“ Given the options of the stock you have here, Olaf, I'd say that kinder spirits are what you are in most need of. “ The spotted mare said as she approached the pair of them. Her hooves sunk in the earth and she struggled to keep from sliding around too much. Though when she was satisfied with here she stood, the mare straightened her posture and looked expectantly at her stallion as her tail strongly swished behind her. “ I hate it here. “ the mare complained. It's true. Nothing pissed her off more quickly than skidding along the dunes like a filly on uncertain legs. “ Find us a home. “ She said. She only half expected the stallion to acknowledge, let alone be compliant with her requesteddemand.

She flicked her tail once more as she regarded the roaned mare in front of her. Warsong could tell that she seemed troubled, though she really didn't care. She didn't know this mare, she didn't like this mare (though in truth, Warsong rarely got along with anyone. Even Olaf could attend to that!). It didn't matter anything to her that she was here with Olaf, which meant that she was likely a part of this herd. As far as Warsong was concerned, this mare would have to earn the respect and appreciation she had to give. Nothing in life came easily, why should companionship be any easier? “ Who are you? “ the fiery mare gruffly demanded as she sized her up from where she stood. Xina would find no comfort in the presence of Warsong until she deemed her worthy.

WARSONG

save your breath.
you'll need it for when i tear you limb from limb.