She eyes Kamekaze as he excitedly exclaims that his game is the BEST game ever. She raises her brow, doubtful that such a game even exists. She watches him as he dances around excited to have someone to entertain him. "You'll learn to love it," she says with a nod of her thick crown.

Her ears lace into her thick unkempt mane as the strong scent of another stallion wafts on the frigid winter's gusts of wind. She turns her seeing eye upon a puny stallion as he struts up to her and begins to berate Kamekaze with question after question. Then he turns his attention on her and his eyes narrow as he demands her to tell him why she is here. She steps away from Kamekaze closing the distance between her and the little king. A smirk plays on her dark lips as she stares down her nose at him. "I do not hear demands made from such a little king," she says with a snort as she eyes him with her seeing eye.

"You are not fit to be a king," she sneers. "I have easily strolled into your lands and taken from your herd," a smirk plays at the corner of her dark lips as she eyes the little king to hear what his retort would be. The sopping wet end of her tail whips against her sides with a resounding smack, as she patiently waits for his words to spit from between his lips.

"We will be going now," she says with a nod of her thick crown. She turns to press her dark muzzle into the shoulder of Kamekaze, encouraging him to head toward the Badlands. The waters are frigid as they envelop her, she pushes herself forward with long strokes from her powerful legs. She casts a look over her shoulder, her single eye watches as the little king stands idly on the rocky shores. With a snort and a smirk on her dark lips she knows that she will be seeing the little king again.