Jasiri was ready this time once the stranger stopped.

Her sides heaved but she kept her ears pinned and teeth bared. The mare spoke, and the draft snorted. It seemed the only mares on this island were hotheaded brats, too young to know exactly what they were dealing with. "Not as stupid as charging into a stranger's territory or threatening your captor," she snarled. She wasn't sure what she would do with the mare, but she knew the possibilities were endless. All that mattered was that the mare was her's.

"I will keep you here. You cannot escape me nor my guard." Areo Hotah might enjoy having a horse to watch instead of the land. Being that this was the second horse she had to deal with, she thought perhaps he would be better suited with a job other than patrolling. She would like to know where he was all times as well; it was inefficient to re-patrol the land to find him.

She turned her head to study the dark mare with one brown eye. Her muscles were alert as she waited for her to lunge and attack or flee, or do something equally as annoying. "Welcome to my tundra," she mocked, stomping one wide hoof into the solid dirt.