Ruger paused when the mare spoke out to him, debating if he should ignore her or not. Turning his head so his amber eyes could study her, he supposed he could entertain her with a bit of company. Anyone willing to call out to someone like him must be desperate for it. “Ruger is what others generally call me.” he replied before turning to fully face her. Given that he could look her over better, her coat was striking as well as her stature. A pretty mare indeed.
“I’m surprised your stallion would ever let a mare like you come here alone. Does that make you a trickster and trouble maker, Luana?” Ruger asked, his face never changing from his dark expression that seemed always present upon his face. But his ears did raise from the knotted locks of his mane, tipping forward towards the dark woman.