Birch halted then flicked her ears foreward and back, still unsure whether she should fully ingage in coversation with this sociable kelpie. Finally she opened her muzzle to speak, ''And how do I know you have no intentions of such things? I do not know you.. I have reason to be weary..'' She murmured.
Birch may of come off as rude, but in reality she was a nice mare; doubt incased her like a shell, so she always came off as a crude female. Birch was usually a very enthusiastic mare once she was close to someone.
She softly sighed then stared at the stallion to lock his gaze, ''My name is Birch. And you are?'' she questioned, turning sideways but still keeping her head positioned to look at him.