searching for a home; any

[Sena]

Sabine watched the stallion, wary for anything he might try to pull on her. Something in his tone had warned her not to trust him fully. She was not old enough yet to know betrayal, but she still didn't think much of stallions. She let her eyes drift over him, taking him in. Her dark coat seems a contrast to his pale one. "My name's Sabine," she told him, "And I'm looking for a friend." Not that she seemed to be able to find any here. Sabine was watchful, but decided to give Zayn a chance to talk.