Dreadbite did not draw back from the chestnut stallion right away, in fact, being up close and personal was just what she needed so she remained there – that was where she shined. His scent was a welcome change to the nothingness that had surrounded her the past few months (was it even just months now, she’d lost count!). An ear and the side of her lip twitched at the stallion’s words, “Perhaps” she said, finally drawing her head back with a coy smile, “but what about what you want handsome? Would you like for me to linger?” So far, she got the feeling that he was the courteous type – the kind who wouldn’t stop her if she had no intentions of staying. While he spoke again, she contemplated exactly how she might change that.

He spoke of her father and his absence from the forest; how boring! “Met my sire have you?” she chuckled, “From what I hear around the islands, he’s an acquired taste; you either love him or hate him.” Olaf had never been afraid of going after what he wanted, especially if it benefited his herd; while he could be respected for that, he could also ruffle a lot of feathers. Dreadbite flicked her tail idly, her thoughts coming back to the stallion’s question. ”“It does appear to be true, however, he and his herd have moved on to pastures new” She paused for a beat, pondering that, “I guess there must have been something in the Luthien water since I hear Valentine is gone too. Seems that’s your gain, eh?” although, for all she knew, he’d forced the Pintaloosa out, “and mine” she added, playfully.

Shamwari, he said his name was. Dreadbite didn’t have an opinion on that one way or another, a name was a name. He asked for hers and she gave it readily, “Dreadbite” she informed him, “But don’t worry, you only have to dread my bite if you piss me off, the rest of the time I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”