It took a few mere strides for the painted woman to decide she cared very little for this desolate, sand-cursed desert. Cursed again for the lack of shade and water save for in very specific locations, no doubt. She huffed roughly as she ran, slightly off put that anyone would choose to live here let alone try to have a herd manage through life within its boundaries. As the sands deepened and shifted under her weight her gait slowed becoming more labored and stilted than before but no less determined to keep moving. It seemed the blood painted stallion no longer pursued her, seemingly content that he had managed to get her here but otherwise avoiding any further retaliation on her part. It was a wise move for him, considering seeming what he had to offer her had not necessarily improved her opinion of him. He had shown strength and perseverance before, but first impressions would only go so far, she would always demand more of him.

A figure moving on one of the dunes to her side gave her pause, pulling up her gait only slightly to a more jerky trot. The sun was in her eyes as the figure descended, azure gaze narrowing trying to discern who came and for what reason. It didn’t take long as the stranger lost footing and while she regained it veritable slammed in to Nakita head on. Nose met nose and there was no way the gray-painted woman would give way out of surprise to this stranger. She snorted, nostrils flaring as she inhaled this new scent as well. It appeared that despite her issues navigating the shifting sands the tawny mare had been here some time, the smell of desert entwined with her own though the undercurrent of stallion was different than the one who had brought her here.

Despite greetings being out of the way she did not make to move backwards, never in her nature to give ground to anyone especially on such unfamiliar footing. The mares nature seemed surprisingly similar to her own, and she did not doubt that they might clash in the near future if not presently. Every step would count in this dangerous dance. She nickered deeply, the sound a mixed greeting while her eyes still flashed dangerously. One forehoof paws at the sand lightly, not out rightly aggressive merely displaying that she would not be pushed about, what happened from there was up to the spotted woman.