Ravus looked up at Arrow for a moment silently then tunring her head away she whispered softly in her high pitched tone, "Water." She shifted her weigh to her right side ever so slightly and looked down at the ground, simply waiting for Arrow to move. Ravus was follower most of the time, but there were times where she would stand for her own. But however, being in these new lands she prefered the idea of being a follower to this handsome gray stallion.
((What breed is he out of curiousity.))



















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