Zjeena sets off in step beside Liland, letting him guide the way, and falling back when the path is too narrow for two horses to pass. She listens intently to his advice, nodding in time. Zjeena is not super concerned about the grass coming in. Zjeena eats all sorts. She's never been a picky eater and has never had any trouble maintaining her condition. If anything, she may get too heavy after gorging on spring grasses, and occasionally feels self conscious about her weight during months of good grazing. She does, however, take his warning about the neighboring stallion seriously.
Zjeena knows how possessive stallions can be. Not all of them are as kind as Liland. Zjeena is lucky to be claimed by the likes of him and not by someone with a less desirable temperament. It would be reckless to throw away such luck and jeopardize her position by straying into rival territory.
"Thank you for showing me this." she plainly states her gratitude. Her nostrils flare, committing the signature of Lilan's mark to memory.
"This territory is new to you." she says. "Have you claimed any other mares?" Zjeena wonders. She couldn't discern obvious scents of others on the way, perhaps a lingering evidence here and there, as if this land has not always stood empty, but nothing fresh. Zjeena hopes their family grows, not just with children, but with other mares too. Thus far Zjeena has only lived among mares. She'll miss the company of other females if Liland is her only companion moving forward.