Indian Hemp is not so blind that he doesn't notice when they are joined by another. A golden shape moves to the water's edge, so near, yet not engaging either of them until he's has his share to drink. The spotted stallion can only make out a hint of the other stallion's expression, but the words that follow confirm his suspicions. Indian Hemp's ears turn back, not pinned, but hovering somewhere between distaste and an effort to not let first impressions ruin a relationship that has yet to begin.

"I am not lost, though I thank you for your concern. I was invited here by Kendry." Hemp can only hope that Kendry holds enough authority to extend such invitations, or he might find himself searching for yet another place to call home.

Turning his attention back to the one who smells of fresh wounds, Indian Hemp finds his ears flipping forward only to return to their position, turned in mild displeasure. "I think you'll find advanced age a likely time to find yourself a bachelor. Mares are not immortal, you know." Indian Hemp speaks polite words with a biting edge. It's not uncommon for older stallions to return to the bachelor life after losing mares, either to death or another kind of loss. Though his dear Mona has been gone for many seasons, and he has had plenty of time to mourn her passing, the hole she left in his heart will never quite heal. He doesn't need to be reminded of his age, his failing sight, or his status as a bachelor. Indian Hemp is well aware.

Assuming the golden shape is a figure of authority, based off his tone, and the way the black shape addresses him, Indian Hemp defends his presence among them. "Though I may appear handicapped, I am not as useless as you undoubtedly assume I am. Trust Kendry's judgement and you won't be disappointed." Indian Hemp may not be much of a warrior, but he has other skills that could be of use. Kasabian beware though. This stallion has developed some opinions over the years, and be may not be the easiest weapon to manage, should their goals not align.