Harlequin had never been one to share anything. In fact, she had never been apart of a herd beyond her youth when father ruled over the Bay. Most of her life had been spent wandering around the work and learning what she could in the way it worked. The nomad lifestyle had suited her for awhile, until Cain came into her life.

At first she had balked at his control and command. She was not fond of being told what to do or how to do it. Hell she was not fond of anyone the day he brought her to the Desert to live under his rule. It was only time that taught her otherwise. Though still she kept to the outskirts of the herd and hung back as the others gathered around Cain with dotting eyes, she did not miss the loyalty and adoration that showed boldly. Defensively he protected them, guarded each with a fierceness that knew no bounds. As much as she hated to admit it, the manner in which he ran his herd much reminded her of her sire and perhaps it was that realization that began to swell her own heart with determination and something akin to affection for the black and white stallion.

As she stands aside him now, attention fixated upon Geneva she finds the fire and discord in her soul quieting. Despite the fierceness that they had fought in battle, the bay mare seemed to hold no grudge or qualms with her now. Odd really. She turns her attention to Cain, her gaze fixated upon Harlequin as she speaks. Splitting the lead mare duty? For a moment Harlequin let the thought play through her mind. It did make sense to a degree. One mare, softer and quieter of mind and spirit leading the herd and guiding them to shelter and foriage. Another always watchful always protective lingering upon the borders of the herd to prevent any threat or danger that might befall them.

Cain turns to her now, his gaze thoughtful upon her face. It was an enrapturing conversation to be sure, but Harlequin was never one to deal in seriousness for long. Slender legs shift beneath her, black and white frame sidling just far enough from his reach to fix him with a mischievous grin. He did seem to know her quite well. Small ears settle at an angle amid the long threads of her parti-colored mane. "Perhaps food and shelter for the others is not best suited to my skill set. That guidance seems for fitting to a quieter mare like Geneva. Guardian... yes that is a fitting place for me. I prefer lingering on my own as it is." she teases arching her elegant neck to blink dark eyes up at him before fixing to Geneva with a steady gaze. "Unless you object?"