SCARECROW

She had jumped when he called out to her, and he is even more grateful that he had done so. Making others feel threatened could be useful at times; he'd certainly used it to get his way more than once, but it wasn't something the throw out lightly. If you weren't watching your own body language you could give away any number of clues about yourself.

Such as the way the mare softens her voice despite the surprise she'd just displayed, as though she were careful to not offend. The way her ears tipped back in unease but did not pin at finding a strange stallion in her space. From this, Crow could infer that he made her nervous in some way, though whether the cause of her nerves was because of his gender, her trespassing, or some other unknown reason remained to be seen. To offset this, he angles himself slightly to face away from her and cocks the hind leg nearest to her. He wouldn't chase her off unless she proved to be of some detriment to the Desert.

"As of quite recently, yes." He bobs his head slightly. "I didn't realize how much I missed the heat until I came here."

He eyes the young mare, quietly wondering what she was doing on this side of the island if it were not her home. There was little reason anyone would have to leave their territory, which suggested she was seeking something. "What did you think of the Desert when you lived here? Any secret spots I should check out?"

Scarecrow glances upward for a moment, scanning the edges of the Dunes for anyone else before letting his gaze fall back to her, and the small reassuring smile to reform.