Clyde
Clyde's head lifted to a mare's soft voice, his eyes widened. He cantered over to Skye giving her a gentle nuzzle in greeting, "Where have you been?" He asked, a shocked expression on his face, he'd known Skye since he was a foal, before he was the leader of the herd, back when he was shy.
Dante
Dante looked at Nike, "Not much," He murmured, "But Skye is back," He looked at her, of course he knew Nike wouldnt know her due to only just joining the herd.