There were others about somewhere. She could hear the quiet background murmurings on the cold air that nipped at her twitching ears, smells their scents wafted to her on the winds. There was life here in this land that was giving itself to snow and ice, stubbornly clinging on and even flourishing. The thought gave her tired mind comfort. But she had expected no less. Pagan would not have offered her refuge in a place more dangerous than those she had left behind she was sure. The concern and care that he had shown her out on the Commons, in his visit to the Peak, she found it impossible to doubt the kindly knight. Of course, she would never have dared make that journey if there had been even the smallest flicker of doubt.

Slowly and delicately, more a motion of habit that anything else, teeth cropped a mouthful of grass from the blades that tickled against her nose as she gave her attention to the answers that emerged beside her in his deep tones. A small smile curled across her dark lips at the pride that emerged with his words, head tilting towards the stallion for a moment absorbing that knowledge before her cloudy orbs scanned away across the blur of dim hues. It was good to know the pale steed took such pride in his lands. It was as it should be. What mare could feel wholly safe and at home in a place their stallion barely cared about? But Pagan... as he described the lay of the lands surrounding them she listened to the knowledge in his words, his awareness of that place he had claimed as his. He was truly grounded there. He belonged there, as the lands belonged to him. The only question was, could the same be finally said for her? A twinge within her gaze her pause, or was it imagined? For them?

For a time eyes sunk closed. Where they offered her little his words gave so much, and so instead she attempted to paint a picture in the darkness of her mind of all that he described. Of course even that was far from simple. She had never even in her youth had the opportunity to gaze clearly upon a stream, a mountain, even a flower. She had only her imagination to give form to the splashed of colour and light that had made up her life, and the strange sounds and scent that he pointed out as he went on.

The touch of his nose drew the mares eyes back open again. There was so much to learn, to familiarize herself with. She was not a child and in her careful wanderings had passed through many lands. But none quite so given to winter as this. Water that steamed into the air, which could poison and scald. A small nod of her head was granted. She would trust in what her nose told her. She had so far. But then there was a slight pause from the stallion. Charcoal limbs shifted slightly pressing her golden side closer against his, shoulder brushing shoulder as ears pricked up again towards him. Ah yes there were dangers. Where were there not? But these dangers were less familiar to her than most. She would need to learn quickly, for more than her own sake. "I will be careful. I always am," she uttered, realising the lie as she spoke it. Her journey there had hardly been one of a careful mare.

A sigh drifted softly from her at her rash actions, but a sheepish smile was offered back towards the stallion. "It has been so long since I had somewhere to call home. I still say you are a fool for offering me such.." her tired vocals held onto only teasing and grateful tones as her nose rest softly against the warm flesh at her side, "But thank you."