He approached her then, moving with a quiet grace that was almost predatory, to gave at her with eyes that definitely were. Patiently she withstood his appraisal, with a quiet confidence that other mares might not have possessed. Not with a stallion so much larger than oneself gazing at her the way he did, lingering every dark and light scar that marked her hide. Granted, having Zaffre sitting nearby, intently watchful, was part of the reason she was not worried by his towering presence.
"Yes, I would like to." Her words were carefully chosen as she studied him in return. Being the solitary military leader of the Foothills was perhaps more diplomatic than one expected. Moreso since she was a mare leading so many stallions, with no intention of giving them ideas. Yes, she'd had foals in the past, Kimber was living, vivacious proof of that. But she did not intend to be in that situation anytime soon. So she juggled the respect and alliance of so many stallions, unwilling to let any get too close. Only Paladin of late was treated different, and he because of Soleil.