Flicking her soft ears, Syrah let her gentle gaze flick over to that of the painted stallion. Her tail faintly flicked against her hocks, but no words escaped her throat as she listened to him. Her nose outstretched to exchange breaths, but she did not make an inch of a sound as she pulled back her head and tilted it much like a bird. Syrah just wanted a family of her own, but she was too weak currently to even have a chance to grow her own family. She was stuck here, a husk of what she used to be, but she could not even remember what she had once been to begin with.

Thinking over his words though, the mare turned to listen to the breeze as it slowly trickled through the needles of the pine trees. Her blue eyes flicked to the sky that was blue with faint puffy clouds moving over the large expanse of nothing. She wished she could fly, but she also knew that would never be something she could do. Syrah was a basic mare in a herd in the Forest and she was forced to just live with herself even though Bacardi just asked if she wanted to leave.

Finally pulling her eyes back to Bacardi, Syrah just shook her head. She was still thinking of words, but soon enough some just escaped her lungs and coated the air in her soft tone. “I just want a family of my own.” She murmured finally. Syrah did not care if she had to adopt a foal at this point. Her heart was broken into tatters and she would do whatever she needed to do in order to raise one. Be it a newborn or a yearling, Syrah did not care. The appaloosa mutt just wanted a family of her own when Bacardi was busy with the others here in the forest.