They gaze out over the landscape and Liland glows with pride. He understands the value of what is his, and such an appreciation is as attractive to young Zjeena as the rugged lines of his masculine face. He is lucky to call such a land home, and now, so is Zjeena. How lucky is she to have met Liland today. She too catches imagined glimpses of their children racing along the shoreline or playing hide and seek among the trees.
Liland need not rely on other stallions to protect such a precious place, or their family. So long as this is Zjeena's home, she will defend it. Raised among amazons, she was taught to fight. Females filled every role in their ranks, not just the traditionally feminine ones. Because of this, she has a well rounded education. She hopes she can put what she's learned to good practice for Liland. She hopes that someday he too will count himself lucky to have met Zjeena.
Zjeena smiles, only half in agreement. The birth of spring may bring sweeter grazing, but her favorite season will always be winter. Nothing beats the beauty of a land silvered with frost, or the rich green of a coniferous tree bold against the crisp white of snow.
"Let's", she answers, motioning for Liland to lead the way. He knows these lands better than she does, for now, and Zjeena is eager to see where he might lead them, both into the woods, and into the future.