The swim had not been easy upon the mare, that much was obvious. However, she stood on the land that was not swirling under her hooves and looked about herself silently. The land was far different than anything that she had come across in the past and honestly, she could not complain. After swimming to the new land she had been on before the black stallion and then here, shes seen far more places than anyone she knew back home. Which, in all honesty, might be a good thing considering the fact she knew they would be after her if they were not already. Pacific Rim was a different kind of mare all together and her home land did not wish to lose one of its prime trainees.

Snorting, Pacific Rim looked at the black stallion that had kept her afloat the whole trip through the ocean. She could swim, she had shown that on her trek to these islands, but she was not going to be a rude horse and not show appreciation for the help that she had been offered. So, before he could get too far, she lightly bumped him with her muzzle. She was not tagging him back, but giving him thanks for the fact he did not allow her to even think of drowning.

Once the stallion began to move, Pacific Rim gave a faint whicker back to his breathy sound. He did not speak, that she was thankful for as she trotted after him. Her coat was soaking wet and crisp from the salty water, but she did not let the feeling cause her to falter. She was following a well built horse and he had yet to really cause an issue. She was being led somewhere that she hoped would be a good home for her. This was better than anything she could have asked for back home… Well, what was once her home is no longer that word. She was officially headed home with a horse that was obviously far from being a weak creature.