Wolpertinger watched her companion with narrowed eyes. She did not trust Keyik to "get them the rest of the way" when what she considered the rest of the way, was the pair of them settled quietly into a small, established herd and not drawing attention to themselves. As far as Wolperinger was concerned, Keyik's entitlement and aspirations were risky at best, and dangerous at worst. When the perlino was younger, she was easily dismissed, but now she did not listen. She acted on her own whims and desires without taking the champagne girl's opinion or concerns on board. When she got ideas like this in her head, it was only worth arguing for so long - why waste her breath on an impossible task.

The champagne mare gave sighed in defeat and gave her mane a shake, hoping some of her tension would be shaken out with it. She studied Keyik's body language carefully, trying to read her thoughts as a roaned out mare appeared to greet them. Wolpertinger nickered a half-hearted greeting, and studied the mare carefully. She was short yet thicker built than both mares. If negotiations went south, Wolpertinger was confident the ridge’s queen would not have the upper hand. She just hoped it would not come to that.

When the mare approached, Keyik arched her neck, showing off the muscle and her form. She stepped forward, offering the mare a diplomatic exchange of breaths. "Gündiziňiz haýyrly bolsun. I am Keyik, Hükümdar of Paradise and that is my advisor, Wolpertinger". Not that Wolpertinger actually advised anything. Technically she was more of a bodyguard, but that was not something Keyik would admit to needing. "You rule this place, yes? I am here to discuss Atlantis and how we shall get along."