Rayna

The red dun filly was led to a lone pen on the outskirts of the corral. She listened to the clinking noises as chains hit metal, ringing and tingling in the sensitive twin ears. Anyone with eyes could tell she was well taken care of, with her gleaming pelt and finely-combed mane and tail. Her eyes were dark yet bright, signaling all qualities of good health. However, little did she know that this would be the day that changed her life. Mo< The handler led her into the pen eventaully, unclipping her lead and leaving her halter around her fine head. He gave her a firm slap to the rump and she gave a squeal in return, bucking almost in a merry fashion as she bolted to the other end. At this, the human turned and exited the pen, locking it behind him. The gate was a bit flimsy, and not very strong. Rust littered it in numerous places. However, the lock attached to a thick metal chain was enough to keep her inside, and anyone else out. Or so humans thought. So now all she did was stand there, eyes taking in the land and all it's 'newness'. She didn't once wonder why she was here.

Zak; Shannon

The Siberian Husky and Gray Wolf walked up to the corral and looked inside. "She's a fine horse" Shannon whispered to her mate. Zak nodded. "Maybe we can get her back to the bog. Viva will be happy about that" The dog replied. Shannon put her front paws up onto the fence and howled to get Rayna's attention. "Hey! I'm Shannon." She called out in that soft, sweet voice of hers. "Why do the humans keep you in a corral? Wouldn't it be better to be running free wherever you want? That's how we're made to live, after all."

Rayna

Rayna, despite being a good ways from the two canines, perked her auds and turned her elegant head in the direction of the dogs. At least, she saw both as dogs, not quite knowing what a wolf was at the moment. She gave a harsh snort, having heard their words yet not able to make out quite what they had said. However, all thoughts of suspicion were gone when she heard the tone of the fae. Despite this tone, something unnerved her about talking to canines that smelled of... Trees and grass and wind. Not humans. This put her a bit on edge.
"Who are you? And I don't have any problem with this," she spoke, her voice light yet strong. She didn't understand these canines.