It does not take him long to climb from the surf after her. He had stayed behind her during the swim, part of her assumed it was to ensure that the stallion they had met on the mainlands did not attempt to follow. Herd stallions could be so finicky. A single audit twitches as he gives himself a quick shake and trots to her side. His voice is soft as he moves alongside her, his muzzle stretching towards her own to exchange breathes. He remarks about the cold and Talien allows her ears to flicker amid the tangle of chocolate colored threads. It is nothing I cannot handle." she remarks calmly. She was not looking forward to the coming cold months, she was never a big fan of the snow. But this time of year, when the world lingered between a constant battle of summer an winter, the season when leaves of green turned brilliant shades of orange, yellow and red... that was a season in which she felt herself flourish. Though the cedar and spruce kept their leaves green year long, it was the many deciduous trees and their changing leaves that she found she could disappear among. A playful smirk tugs the corners of her tiny muzzle upwards into a smile. "I can handle it." she responds, more resolute in her own words than anything else.

His ashen muzzle bumps against her own and her ears fall backwards amid the tangle of thick forelock that drapes over the flat of her brow. Pale eyes glance at him suspiciously as thick tail tucks tightly against her rump. She knew what season it was and though the urge to procreate burned at each breath of his skin against her own, she was not ready to give in to him. Not this easily. He offers to show her around and with an almost suspicious nod she agrees, taking a step forward, her head tilting towards his as she waits for him to guide her on. "Lead on oh great King of the Bay." she murmurs, her venomous tones honeyed in delivery.