Xina is relaxed when the buckskin approaches, her mind blank and anything that might make her nervous or fret is pushed away as natural instinct kick in. The mare is bigger, stronger and Xina will have to be careful with this fight. Luckily, it is not about life or death only dominance and so minimal amount of damage must be made or else it will bring danger to the herd. As the buckskin postures; arching her neck and tucking her chin while her black trimmed ears lean back to rest against her poll, Xina mimics the body language. She knows it is pointless though, neither are about to be intimidated by looks alone.


Stretching out her neck to offer her nose in return, it is the first time she has exchanged breaths with the buckskin. Suddenly a squeal erupts from Xina, breaking away the silence that had hung heavy with tension around them. Her lips peel back to expose long yellowed teeth as they seek the soft skin of the buckskin's nose as a foreleg strikes forward; a loud display of her dominance but Xina did not aim for her hoof to touch anything of the buckskin. Again, she would not want to hinder a herd mate just because they were trying to decide who was boss.


Whirling around, the roan's hooves churn up the soft forest ground as she spins. She tucks her rump, her legs quickly pushing her backwards intent on slamming into the buckskin. Xina hopes that her smaller body will allow her more speed, enough to slam into the buckskin's side or hip to knock her off balance should she whirl to match the roan's movements in what would seem to be a notion to kick at the bigger mare.