Leilan has been in Nerine for some time now, presumably as a guest of Scorch. Honestly he does not really stay, but is coming and going - the salty air may be appealing, the sheer amount of warrior mares is not. He'd rather see, approach, woo a girl and then make his way out, not to see them daily.

But his sister is one of those warriors, apparently.

His mother was once, too, of course, of course, sure she was. Is. He knows it must run in the family. Heck, he might even make a good warrior, he's been stepping on other men's toes enough to have learned how to defend, when to run, et cetera. Doesn't need saying that he'd rather pull a prank without them knowing it was him, but yes, he knows his way around a fight.

He's not looking for a fight today, but he still walks by all the caves he can find. His curious nature makes him poke his nose in every one that does not smell of mountain lion or bear; mostly the ones with smells of horse, makes him want to see. In fact, he's looking for the one his mother talked about - Volcan. But if she's not here, then maybe he can still talk to someone else.