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Her ragged ears twitched within the dark red tangle of her mane, drawn to his voice. Curiosity sparked in her eyes as she listened to him speak. He explained his fighting days were over, but offering protection was a different matter entirely. She nodded, absorbing his words. Once, she had been the one to instigate conflict, but now in her teenage years, she now chose her battles with careful consideration, calculating and maneuvering to ensure the odds were stacked in her favor.

"To protect one's home is the highest of responsibilities," she mused aloud. "I am in search of someone who would be willing to fight to protect one's home...and I believe that someone is you."

Her keen eye focused on the weariness etched around his eyes. "Why don't we walk?" she suggested, tilting her head slightly. "Tell me what brought you to the Islands. Everyone who washes ashore here has a story, and I imagine yours is no different."

Turning on her heavy, feathered hooves, she took a few steps towards the beach, pausing to see if he would follow. A stroll along the surf, with its bubbling caress, was deeply calming, a balm to her spirit.