It didn't take long for his call to be answered. He figured with the warmth of spring of air, Lilika's daughters would want to be somewhere safe. He wondered if they were old enough to have their own children now. Lilika was no spring chicken, though he still found her charming and beautiful in her wisdom. He held his ground as he waited for someone to answer, sure the lead mare would be on her toes. Perhaps some of the mares here would be giving birth, though he had to wonder how that worked. Did they go out and find stallions to charm so they could have children or did they bring them back here to live with the herd? Did the mares here not want children perhaps? He didn't want to judge. He brushed his head of such thoughts as a varnish roan mare appeared.

His ears pricked and he dipped his head respectfully as she approached. She seemed wary but curious of him, meeting his amber gaze with her own. She gave her name as Persephone and confirmed she was the lead mare. Ryder dipped his head again before answering. "I hope so, miss Persephone. My name is Ryder, the son of Evanescence and Ruger of the Prairie. I come looking for two mares, the daughters of a mare seeking sanctuary there at the moment. She said they are both dark brown with spotted white patches on their backsides. Their names are Eve and Iris." He waited patiently after he'd spoken, hoping she could tell him what she knew, if anything. If not, he would excuse himself to the next herd. He had a lot of ground to cover.