The trip is short as Wichita had expected, they make the walk within minutes. The little black speck that is Tioga, clings to Wichita's side, never straying more than a few feet. The yellow hued femme finds that the new commer, Reuen, follows with little hesitation. She had yet to figure out what horrors befell the other, but Reuen was compliant. Wichita in truth thought the mares actions child like, innocent, like she needed protecting. Similar to the way she thought Tioga needed protection. Besides, the girl was covered in all sorts of marks, surely she had not done this to herself.
It takes the buttermilk mare by surprise when Reuen, awkwardly flings herself into the water. Going under for far longer than Wichita was comfortable with. She makes to rush for the bank, her foal awkwardly attempting to keep up, words of caution forming in her maw."Wait! Sug don't do th-...."Her disagreement ends when the mares flaxen adorned dial pops back up mid sentence. Wichita snorts in relief, making her way to the waters edge, Tioga close behind."Well, I guess that's one way ta do it."She tilts her sunny crown sideways, before dipping her lips to the waters cool surface."Yes, must clean. That's right." head bobbing in confirmation.
"Reuen,"she asks, a pause ensuing after she speaks the vixens name. "Where did ya come from? Do ya have any family might be lookin for ya?"she wondered if the roughed up mare was alone in the world. Not that it truly mattered, Wichita was simply curious.
