At the other stallion's nod, this Zevulun of the Prairie, Rilke gave his own head a dip in return. Not that he had made his way to this stranger necessarily expecting a fight, he had been ready for anything, but any sense of tension he may have held was released upon hearing the other's respectful words and noting his mellow body language. The stout painted leader was glad to know at least one of his neighbors was looking for peace just as he was himself, and the feeling of settlement eased further into his mind as he became more acquainted in these new lands. Although, new wasn't quite the word for it now that he had been here a couple of seasons, but it seemed as if the activity which was bustling when he first arrived had calmed down. He made a note to himself he needed to travel some more; he had had every intention of meeting his island neighbors and even swimming out to the nearer islands to introduce himself to the other herd rulers. It was a way to find out where they all stood with each other, and so he knew who he could rely on and who he had to watch out for. As for the Prairie, even after just meeting, he felt he quite liked the lad. A slight grin pulled at his maw as he listened to the other continue speaking on, and he nodded in acknowledgement and appreciation.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Zevulun. I suspect we can become friends or the like moving forward?" It was maybe a combination of a statement and question, but Rilke felt as if the other was like minded and would agree to a future relationship. He chuckled at the mention of foaling. "Yes, I understand completely. Back in my home it was quite the time trying to keep up. I have yet to build to that here, though..." The words faded and the taste of melancholy filled their place, but he thought of Talya and Kestrel, she with a foal on the way, and knew that while he may not have a large family, at least he had the beginnings of one. It was enough; for now. He continued, "Yes, I have been meaning to introduce myself too, I'm glad you made your way over, saves me a trip." A soft smile at his small joke, then when the offer of information was introduced, Rilke perked his ears forward as far as they could go, showing just how much interest he had in what was mentioned. "I would love anything you have to share, thank you. Who was the lead here before, and what happened to her? If you still speak to her, she is welcome to come back if she wishes. And if you would be able to tell me a little but about the politics around here, that would be helpful as well." He didn't want to seem greedy, but he was so out of the loop as to what was going on that he would take whatever he could get.