His words were silent as he continued keeping his maw shut. He figured that there really wasn't anything to talk about. His dial lowered slightly out of respect as he looked over at the large stallion, taking note that he must be the herd leader. His nostrils flared as he tilted his head to the side, examining the herd leader. He looked fit enough to be one, and a smile rose on Mercy's features. His attention was turned off of the male as he turned his head, looking over at the one called Helm's Deep. Indeed this was a joyous moment, many horses were here, and most of the humans resided somewhere else, a celebration for all horses. Just when he was about to lower his dial his lobes pricked forward once more. His eyes widened slightly as he looked over at the other Arabian herd that had entered the land a little after Helm's Deep. Were they part of Ashquar's herd? Heh, there was only one way to find out. His frame shifted as he walked over to the male, bowing his dial out of respect as he started speaking. "I've spotted a small herd not too far from here, they seem to take the shape of your kind. Are they apart of your group?" He showed no fear at all, seeing that the other didn't seem as scary as he looked. He stood there with patience, awaiting an answer from the stud.