The silver mare watched the newcomer rear, but before she could lift herself up to engage in a common sparring match, the other dropped back to the ground. Her head flung forward and Jasiri instinctively jerked her own back before any teeth met her skin. Instead, the mare's forehead slammed into her face.

"Mbwa jike!" she spat again, dropping her stinging muzzle to rub it against her foreleg. Her ears perked as the mare spoke and immediately folded into her blonde locks again. She raised her head as the mare turned, earning a kick to her nose, and swore violently under her breath. She shook her muzzle back and forth to try and dislodge the pain.

The worst part was, her nose simply stung. She didn't think the mare had broken anything, but her nose screamed otherwise. It blurred her vision and propelled her rage further.

Once the stinging eased into a dull throb, she flicked her tail and quickly scanned her tundra for the dark, obnoxious mare. Luckily she hadn't gone far, so Jasiri drifted a little closer and lowered her muzzle to graze carefully. She kept one ear pointed towards the girl and the other towards the ocean. If another horse decided to frolic about her tundra, they would meet the same fate.