Indian Hemp is no stranger to harsh conditions. The long-lived stallion has never been dominant. He knows his place, and accepts it. Even as a mare-owning stallion, he gracefully accepted his place as second, and settled for second best in everything, from shelter to watering holes, and he was most spoiled whenever he served as second. For great stretches of time he lived the life of a nomad, never knowing where his next meal would come from, and being target to many a hungry predator. He will admit, he's had his fair share of close calls, and has been injured in much the same manner as the black stallion undoubtedly was. Right now, the Lagoon seems a prime location to call home because at least it's familiar. It's a place he can return to at the end of the day, and know that this ragtag band of brothers will have each others backs.

As much as these stallions may butt heads, they are the closest thing to family they have. Indian Hemp will make his displeasure at an offhanded comment known, and he will expect a measure of respect from others, but he will return every respect and kindness he is afforded. He believes in not only younger generations respecting their elders, but also in elders respecting the future of their kind. Many of his struggles as a colt stemmed from blatant abuse from an elder. If Indian Hemp can help it, no other will have to suffer as he once did.

"It's a pleasure to serve you, Kasabian. I'm Indian Hemp." Indian Hemp gives a quick, respectful nod in Kasabian's direction. It's clear in the way he interacts that his sense of hearing has picked up any slack his failing sight has left behind. He has no problem with spacial awareness and the directionality of the voices around him. "Come find me, if you need anything."

Pale eyes find the vague shape of the black stallion once more, and for the first time since Dakotah opened his mouth, Indian Hemp's ears are forward. It wasn't a plainly stated apology, but it was enough to soften hard feelings.

Indian Hemp may not be able to decipher a clear expression, but Dakotah's tone of voice speaks clearly enough. This young stallion is both ambitious and determined. If Dakotah is to prove himself to the discerning Kasabian, then he'll need to heal. Indian Hemp may not posses a healing touch, or know of a magic salve, but he can help in his own way. "I'm glad to meet you too, Dakotah.", Indian Hemp responds. "Stay close until you heal. I'll keep watch while you sleep or graze."

It's not until he says the words that Indian Hemp realizes how silly they must sound. The almost blind will keep watch. He nearly laughs out loud, but there are other ways to watch without your eyes, and Indian Hemp has grown adept.