His words shove themselves out of his mouth with the same barking intensity of his dog. Colt's ears sway back in displeasure, but she twists them around to the side as she catches herself, feigning a listen to the woods rather than an attempt to pin.
It is quiet.

The dunskin stud standing before her continues on to explain their goals. A certain excitement tempers his voice and writes that horrible grin onto his hideously disfigured face. The smile does little to improve his features, but it does not abhor her any more - she's grown accustomed to his ugliness, both in personality and physical features.

Though Colt sides with the stud before her in view of the other species - being raised with only your kind at that one sole thought drilled into your skull above all others tends to do that - she cannot feel the way he does about it. There is no heat that rises like a fire to lick her heart whenever she sees or hears one of the monstrosities called pegasus and unicorn. She takes no glee in their demise, just satisfaction at a job well done. There is not even sadness or pity for their unfortunate blood.

Colt only feels a cold and hollow detachment whenever she views them or lingers to watch the life dim out of their eyes. Their ruin is only a task to complete, like so many others Ricochet has given her.

Colt has but only one goal that is her own.
Kill Ricochet.

So it is that her head dips in a stiff and harsh movement, as mechanical as ever. Her eyes, like balls of steel, flick across the scarred face across from her one last time as she prepares to leave and do his bidding. He lets loose a lasting statement, one that reads deeper than it may sound. "Of course," she murmurs, knowing well the wrath that echoed in his voice whenever he spoke of Aerwen and Evangeline, the ones who had not upheld their blood.
It would be fine, the only blood Colt ever intended to involve herself with was that which spilled from her enemies. She would never will a child of her doing to be faced with living in this world.

On that note Colt turned to stride into the woods, hoping to find an equine or two while in the area.

What a pretty war machine the Incendiary built.