Sensitive ears catch the sounds of cautious hooffall and immediately silver blue eyes rise to scan the horizon in search of the trespasser. Although she knew that there were very few predators in the desert that could harm a newborn foal with the exception of the occasional vulcher looking for an easy meal, still Larka could not help the cautiousness that flooded through her senses. Though her relationship with Liland was not the same relationship as she had once had with Shamwari, it was perhaps one that she could build upon and grow. He was a kind lead stallion, devoted to his herd and Larka did not regret letting him mount her during breeding season. He was watchful and cautious and even stood up for her when Shamwari wished her to leave. That had won him a few extra points in her book.

His cream colored skin blended well with the cream and brown hues of the desert and it took a few moments for her to register his approach. Silver blue eyes alight as he approaches, eager to show him their newborn colt. However, the fresh wounds upon his muscular form catches her attention and blue eyes darken with worry. AS he approaches she stretches her neck towards him, brows furrowing with concern. "Your hurt." she murmurs, bumping her ashen velveteen gently against the curve of his cheek. A single audit flickers as she offers him a sad smile and turns her gaze back to their son as he inquires about a name. Almost timidly she nods, dark locks falling haphazardly across the broad span on her forehead as she bent her head to nuzzle the charcoal colored colt. "I have... his name is Bran.... after my father." she breathes nudging the colt to stand on wobbling legs, its dark eyes blinking curiously up at the cream colored stallion, tiny nostrils quivering.