Talien was not unfamiliar to the struggles and woes that faced herd stallion on a regular basis. Some thought it a simple job, protect a handful of mares from dangers and enjoy the life of siring young. To Talien it sounded like an easy gig. But as Liland began to explain a bit of his struggles, she could feel the weight that hung from his shoulders. For a moment, brief as it was, she felt a sense of pity for the stallion that stood at her side. Pity for one who faced the possibility of losing them all. One who faced a battle against a formidable force. Though she had never met Warsaw face to face, she had heard from others that he was not one that you wanted to oppose. Liland stretches his neck forward now, his whiskered lips raking against the course hairs along her withers. She presses her slight build against his now, savoring the feel of his teeth against the dry skin that she had not been able to reach herself as of late. Despite herself a soft pleasurable moan slides past her lips unbidden. For a moment it goes unchecked, but the heavy sigh that falls past his lips in a blast of hot breath awakes that lull.

With a proud shake of her head Talien turns her gaze upon him. There is no pity in her eyes, for pity was a sign of weakness. No, instead there is a fire, determination and stubborn spirit. "So you are ready to give up? To fall upon the ground belly up in show of submission and defeat? That is no sire for my foal." she adds with a snort, flicking her thick chocolate colored tail against his side, its audible snap breaking the silence that had settled between them. "If you fight and lose at least you have fought. If you do not win you keep trying. That is what separates us from the precious pets of man. If you let your world revolve around a single mare... then you are no leader. A leader fights and keeps fighting regardless of what the fates toss his way." she finishes with a resolved snort, a single forelimb stamping against the frozen ground in solidification.