Jaxon snaps his mess of a tail across his back with annoyance, as his dark eyes settle on the delicate face of the painted mare, "What a pleasent surprise." She spits at him. Jaxon lips upturn in a wicked grin, as he is about to throw a sarcastic retort at the mare, the other speaks. “Not another word from you.” She says in a demanding voice. Jaxon's ears disappear into his dark mane in displeasure at being told what to do, as if he were a colt who need reprimanding.

His thick head swivels on his muscled neck, his dark eyes glare over at the mare as she turns her attention to the painted mare, inquiring of what he had done. Why doesn't she ask us? The voice growls. Jaxon shakes his head in response to the voice without uttering a word. He knew that for the moment it would be wise to not piss of the black mare, if he wanted to make it out of this god-forsaken land still breathing.

Yes, pet tell the mare why we are here. The voice laughs.