The roan mare did not move from where she had halted after tagging the black stallion. She was having a good time and hoped it would not end entirely too soon. With how he was acting and guiding her somewhere, she was curious though if he was a herd leader or not. She would not complain of course for many bands had one or two stallions with a band of mares at their disposal. With her background, the large blue roan was used to seeing the band leaders holding that of their own joy under them in many bountiful colors and sizes.

Feeling his muzzle against her own, Pacific Rim stood there shell shocked. She had never been touched so gently on her face and it was unearthing to feel it from a stallion. Her blue eyes landed upon him down at the shore line. It was like he wanted her to cross with him? She could question this, but she did not wish to ruin the fun they were having. So, she moved into a gallop that was slow and easy until she found her hooves stopping in the water to land upon the sand below. Looking over at him and then the ocean, the mare pinned her ears. The ocean was an evil thing and she was not entirely sure this was going to be an enjoyable experience even with someone else beside her.

Finally upon a new shore, Pacific Rim shook out her coat of the water with a cough. The swim had not been easy upon her lungs for water loved to crawl its way down her nostrils or throat when she tried to hack some up. She was not the best at swimming, that much she would obviously be seen by this black stallion as she crawled onto the shore and coughed again, her ears pinning to her head. It wouldn't take long for her to cough it up, but dang did the salty water hurt her throat up and down at this point. Looking back to the stallion though, she waited for his next move.