Freebird

Caught up in her investigation of the arch, she was taken by surprise at the voice coming further up the bend. She tossed her head and went alert, directing her gaze that direction... and blinked. It seemed that these lands were much, much different from her homeland after all. The horse - or rather, horse head, as the rest of him was still around the bend - was white which while rare in her land wasn't unheard of. That wasn't what threw her off her mental stride though, but rather the pale, seashell-esque horn the stallion bore, and just as shocking, the fact that he glowed. If it weren't for the obvious horse-scent that proclaimed him to, in fact, be a horse stallion, she'd have wondered if he was even a horse at all or some similar species like an onager but horned. The glowing, though, that was something she'd never seen on any mammal species.

She cleared her mind with a shake of her thick mane. Right. Horses here were strange, she could get over that. "No worries. I've had worse scrapes than this. I let myself get distracted, so of course I got hurt." She shrugged. "It is worth it to see such an unusual place, and I learned to watch my footing better on this particular terrain, so it is fine. Do you live here?" She had not seen nor smelled water since she'd made her way into the rocks so she doubted anyone lived here, but she was wary of having possibly run into a herd's loosely defined home range. Having a newfound freedom, she wasn't keen on having a stallion force her into a band because she'd come too close. She wasn't much interested in fighting, but she'd put teeth and hoof to that white hide if he even considered trying to claim her. Forcing hersd to appear fairly relaxed, she nevertheless stood with forelegs slightly splayed head raised, as she peered through her forelock at the stranger.