"I have a feeling about you." she told him gently, "after all the stallion who turned bad, I know that they were just adding a few percents to the most likely good percent."

Tiger swallowed, and bobbed his head in a nod, "alright, and what feeling is that, rose?"

"The normal one," she told him, "that gut feeling that you can." Her eyes were calm, and steady.

Tiger nodded, "well, I am guessing we should be off now, the sooner we find a territory, the sooner we are safer"

"I would say that would be a good idea. I really don't want to run into any more lunatics." she commented.

"Neither do I" he said, flicking his ears and moving forward

She smiled at him. Though Rose couldn't properly explain it, something felt different about Tiger. Like a strong gut feeling that makes you know the truth.

Tiger drank a little more before leading the two mares he called a herd out of his valley entrance, moving swiftly down the unstable slope

She walked up beside Tiger wishing that she never rencountered the lying brat of a stallion called Lion.

Tiger glanced back at the two mares and huffed silently, "we will stop soon, for a grazing break, we can regain some energy"