Maelie

Maelie trotted cheerfully into the territory, stopping by the border. She may not have known everything, but she knew better than to intrude on a territory without an invitation. Shaking her long creamy mane, she let out a dainty whinny, shifting her lanky form. Her brown eyes shone with excitement. She couldn't wait to enter the valley and begin a new life, with new horses, and new places to explore.

Akar

Akar was patroling the border by himself. He found joy in being able to digest his thoughts by himself. Spring was here, and the weather was great. If you over looked all the rain that is. Eyes looked around as ears pricked upon his head when he heard something. It seems a equine is nearby he thought changing his trot to a canter. His muscles moved effortlessly as he came through some bushes to see a mare. Hmmm, hopefully he could have some fun. Eyes narrowed slightly as he approached the unknown mare.

"May i help you,"he asked in a eerie voice. His sniffed wondering if the mare had any traces of enemy scents on her. Maybe she was new to these lands?

Maelie

Maelie jumped at the voice. Once she was calm she responded, "Uh, yeah. I'm looking for a place to live. My name is Maelie. Do you know where the, uh, lead stallion, or lead mare is?" She asked timidly, soft brown eyes marveling at the stranger in front of her, who spoke in such a strange voice.

Akar

Akar, not really waiting for the mare to say anything else made to herd her to where the others were. He let Tyrror decide her fate. His herding wasn't really gentle.