Her battle cry causes his charcoal-tipped ears to swivel backwards, yet the distance behind the call does not beckon his body to follow suit. Though she may be as accustomed to the sands as he, even the leader of such a place must still abide the rules of time in their approach. Instead he gives a half-hearted grunt and deliberately chooses to await her arrival. The soft shifting of sand beneath hoof is a sound he hears in his dreams, The gentle roar of the perpetual lapping waves attempts to deafen her approach but the mare continually gives herself away. Her words come forth like botulism-laced honey; disgustingly sweet while hiding the danger beneath. He catches her dark gaze as she draws abreast to him and he nods briefly in deferment to her status. As much as he has proven to enjoy a good scuffle, such activities are not on his agenda for the day.

A slow smirk once again crosses his speckled lips at the meaning that saturates her seemingly innocent question. His bright blue eyes hold steady with her gaze as he once again chooses to wait. He takes in the litheness of her body - each part as sculpted as his own. The white tresses that contrast the bronzed color of her coat creates a rather stunning look though the spotted stallion does not let such callous thoughts dance across his countenance. Instead he cocks his head to the side, feigning confusion, as a playful glimmer dances in his eyes. He makes his best effort to appear fully contemplative before affording the woman the vaguest of answers. "I suppose both, if we are being honest."

He is pleasantly surprised as she extends her muzzle and returns the motion in kind with a gentle blowing of breath. His pink-tipped muzzle dares to move further - brushing lightly against her neck to pull gently at those silvery tendrils - before moving away easily. "I am Joachim - wayward former leader of this place, as I am sure you have gathered." His own tone is inquisitive even while soaked in his deep baritone. "And who, pray tell, are you?" He eyes her with anticipation even as the expectation of a fight begins to dissipate. He has not come to question her claim upon a post he had abandoned. But perhaps they duo can prove advantageous to each other. "Are you alone here?" he questions even though he has already inhaled the scents of others. He knows she is not completely by herself...but perhaps she will allow one more.