Artec entered the small valley and saw it was filled ith mares he reared up and whinnied, showing his muscukes and trying to impress the mares.
“Don’t think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong.. I will not weep and wonder what might have been. I’m sure you understand. Still… I’m proud of you, in a way. You’ve shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities. I should have killed you long ago.” - Haytham Kenway
She smiled at Robin, finally their was someone to talk to. She slowed to a walk as she approached Robin. "Hello," She smiled, then looked up at the Stallion rearing on the top of the Valley.
"Yes," She nodded, "Nice to met you to," She grinned at her new friend, then heard the sound of hooves behind her. It was that black stallion she had met earlier.