She was trusting these mares more and more even if they didn't speak the same language. Their body shows interest in what she has to show them. They welcome her to this islands of trees and off her protection. She seems to be making some headway with these mares, but some confusion still lingers between them. She especially recognizes the look on the black mare, Creed was it? It was obvious the bay mare was the leader here, at least in this scenario. The way Creed looks at Persephone reminds Maeve of the place she comes from. A hierarchy was commons among clans and obviously, it was true all around the world.

She does not understand Persephone's words, but she understands what she means to say. The bay mare gestures her closer, deeper into her forest, and Maeve steps closer. She limps towards the two mares with a look of relief on her face. "Safe." She says with a smile, her muzzle stretching out towards the bay mare. The large shire gives the Forest leader a nuzzle before turning her large head to show the same affection to Creed. She limps passed the two and walks into the place she could now call home. "Safe." She says again with a smile constant on her lips.




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*Note: Using google translate so most likely I am butchering this language.