Rhanna’s nostrils flared, pulling in the scents of the two new creatures. The breeze was mild, the close trees kept it cut down to a minimum, but it was strong enough to bring the scents up from behind her. One she could easily identify, another equine, surely, and… male. The second was far less familiar. Wolf, she thought at first, but no…that wasn’t quite it. She continued on her path, maybe slowing her pace a little, and waited for them to catch up. She was in need of some entertainment, and surely one horse couldn’t be any threat to her, so why not?

She heard the quiets beat of hooves behind her first, and a much quieter rustle of small paws through fallen leaves. Her two black spires swiveled on her heavy crown, pointing behind her to listen to her visitors. The two creatures must have been close behind her now, but Rhanna, the supremely unconcerned, kept moving forward with a half smile on her face, did they think to sneak up on me?

She meandered to a halt when she heard the gritty voice of the stallion behind her, ”Mare," he says, which might have been a bit rude, granted, but Rhanna hardly minded. She liked when others got to the point. As he continued his greeting, her neck curled back, bringing the creeping dog into view first. Her ears turned forward curiously and she lingered on the small creature. Not a wolf then, far to small. And from the looks of it, far more mildly tempered. Her gaze flicked up to the dun stallion as he finished his little speech and her body followed her head around, turning slowly to face him. She picked up her heavy hooves again, advancing forward just a few paces, all ease and nonchalance.

She considered him a few moments, amused by his little title. Interesting, she wondered what exactly he’d done to earn it, or perhaps he’s doing a bit of up-jumping. His face caught her eye, the scars stretched across it looked like they’d been put there by fire, maybe the title was his own ironic little joke. She liked his voice though, gritty and low, definitely interesting. ”Positively peachy to meet you, Ricochet, and your little dog, too.” Her voice was low for one of her sex, and her words came out in a drawl that was amiable even if it was a little teasing. “Name’s Rhanna, darlin'. Though you should know it’s very rude to sneak up on a lady like that. Now tell me Ricochet, what exactly have you been setting aflame? All the little girl‘s hearts?