The deep curve of her ears rotated toward the red stallion at the sound of his softened laugh. After affirming his enjoyment, he reached his maw toward her. Ararat returned the gesture, finding now the scent of the tropical south lingering on his skin. She hadn't noticed it before, but it did not rouse caution. Not yet anyway. He'd made no moves yet to act as Lagoon boys were rumored to do. If he desired the hunt later, then she would acquiesce to providing it.
Nahawi he called himself. "It's nice to meet another that wanders under the moon.” The bay wasn't sure why, but this statement tickled at her amusement. It effectively encouraged a smile to gently bloom across her dark lips. "It pleases me to meet another companion of the moon. She and I are old friends." The snow began to form a new dusting of snow as the mare remained still. It hid her dorsal stripe in formless patchwork shapes. A gentle jesting tone made its appearance in her tone. All in casual fun, of course. She responded to him asking for her name with the following words and a playful wink.
"Perhaps she can tell it to you."