Dixie nodded to the stallion then jumped when the mare squealed. Poppy slid behind her mother. "Her name is Poppy." She watched as the mare walked up "oh thank you!" Then she looked at the other mare. "That's ok. I'm excited now too" Dixie lowered her head and stepped out from behind the trees. Her brown coat was covered in cuts and scars. Her patch on her hind quarters had spots and also covered in cuts and scars. She was extremely skinny but still managed to feed her young two month old filly. Poppy gave a small nicker to her mom and leaned against her.

Ranger tilted his head, noticing the wounds and scars. Much like his own, to be in fact, but most likely he had more. For some reason everyone hated stallions and he didn't understand why. He slipped off without a word to go find aa specific type of flower... "Ah, here it is," Ranger commented, grabbing a couple of the blue-petaled flowers. He then found to rocks and crushed them into a pulp, so it was now like a paste. Ranger found some big, long leaves and walked over to the mare. "Um, here, this paste should help the pain in your wounds and so they don't get infected... and the leaves make sure it stays there." He offered it to Dixie.

"Oh... thank you" Dixie answered. Poppy slid behind her mother again, her eyes filled with fear. Dixie gave her a soft nuzzle before turning back to the stallion. She quietly took the paste and leaves and gingerly placed them in her scratches. Her worse one was the length of her hindquarters. The last stallion had been so cruel to her before Poppy had been born because Poppy wasn't his. Dixie lowered her head before looking at him. "What's your name?" She asked slowly

Ranger took a couple of steps back after Dixie accepted the leaves and paste, nodding a little. "No problem." He answered with a smile. He had been a little more withdrawn at first ... mostly because of Mystery's reaction; he didn't want to get in the way... but also because this mare had a foal and that brought up bad memories for Ranger. Crying. Sobbing. Fighting. Screaming. Blood. The worst of all... a cruel stallion and humans. Those were about, in his opinion, the worst things. At least a mountain lion you could fight off with some dignity. Plus it put a terrible rap on EVERY stallion, and that's why Ranger was all scarred up. That and the fact he had been horse-napped by humans and was in an abusive herd till he left. "Jolly Roger, but you can call me Ranger," Ranger answered with a dip of his head, glancing around.

Angel wandered off to the beach. She hasn't told anyone she was going there, angel lay on the snad breathing in the salty sent. She loved the salty spray that the sea gave the place. Whenever angel was overwhelmed, pissed or sad, sometimes even happy she d come here. Most the time she'd run along the beach as fast as she could until she felt dizzy or felt like she couldn't breathe. Lots of the time she got hurt.

Dixie nodded and gave a weak smile when he smiled at her. Poppy stepped forward and bumped the stallion with her muzzle

Ranger lowered his head slightly, old memories flickering up when the foal nuzzled him a little. "She's a beautiful filly..." Ranger complimented Dixie quietly, the opposite from his usual loud, rowdy, jokester demeanor.

"Tank you" Poppy said. She shook her black coat and bumped the stallion, asking to play without words. Dixie's eyes glimmered when her filly tried to play

Angel jumped up and galloped forward letting the water splash on her legs. All angel knew is that she'd been galloping forwards for a couple hours. Her legs hurt but the cool sea water let her gallop for longer. She wasn't puffed or tired. She wouldn't stop or slow down until she couldn't keep up her pace no longer.

Dixie stepped backward a few steps then watched as Poppy nipped at Rangers tail. Poppy flicked her black tail.