Valve let a small smile stretch across her lips as Nyazik spoke, relishing in her recognition that the intruders had been adequately punished. The girl was observant, and she seemed to know when to involve herself in certain herd matters and when not to. She knew her place, and that was important.

“Oh yes,” Valve assured her. “Kasabian is dead and Psychedelic is gone. I don’t expect we’ll see him anywhere near here again, but if we do… well, you already know the answer to that.”

Valve flicked her tail and turned toward the horizon, considering the possibility that another threat could always appear at any moment. Specifically, she wondered if the two Arabian mares would ever crest the dunes again. It had been years, but she knew it wouldn’t be wise to count them out entirely. Therefore it was important to keep a close watch.

“In any case, we are well prepared for him or any others who are fool enough to cross these borders with ill will,” she continued, before turning back to face Nyazik. “Now,” she said, her tone stiffening slightly. “I am only going to ask you this once. Think carefully about your answer.” Valve paused, her dark eyes searching Nyazik’s face for any sign of weakness or fear. If Nyazik intended to stick around, she needed to know precisely where she stood. This was her opportunity to ensure Valve that her priorities were in the right place. Deception would not be tolerated.

“How do you intend to prove yourself?”

VALVE
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