Carefully, Hira made her own way over. Though you could see the nervous twitch in Mink's paws as he wanted to go and help, but didn't want to be overbearing. Of course, he'd spent most of his past few weeks being there whenever she needed it (and even when she didn't.) Akin to a horsefly, he was sure he could be a lot.

It didn't stop the borzoi from listening to his cousin, a careful eye kept on Hira while his ears were trained on Sparrowhawk. Though, he couldn't help but chuckle as the other explained his problem. She thinks... You're a foal? Now, his gaze flickered back, You're quite the small foal, that's for sure. He added, teasing the other. It is quite the honor to be seen as one... But... That is very odd.

When Hira got closer, Mink couldn't help but move, giving a small nod to Sparrowhawk, who he was sure would more than understand, joining the mare at her side, assuring her that he was there. Mink nodded to his cousin for the display of respect — even if Hira couldn't see it, She Who Runs Across the Sky would. This is Sparrowhawk. He originally fell into this world with me. He could remember the night as clearly as yesterday; the two of them galloping alongside the herd, then stumbling, rolling down a hill, and in an instant, they were here.

Hira

Odd, I've only heard of two other horses down south. I.. don't think they were the type to confuse dogs and horses. Hira smiled gently. There wasn't much of an exchange from the two she saw to begin with. Hira wasn't.. born blind. In fact she didn't become blind until she arrived here.

Pleasure to meet you too. As cautious as she was, she still remained at a distance. Even if she couldn't.. see what  was going on. The mare sure appreciated the feel.

I'm Hira. I've come from a world where I used to be human. It certainly is nice to meet you all. Hira would lower her head down for greetings. There were still uneasy feelings in her bones. She didn't.. like being blind. Despised it. It made it difficult for her. Sometimes she wanted to explore and actually see the sights. Instead she had to play imagine the terrain and listen to what's around to tell.

Sparrow nodded, a sort of reverence was hidden in the wrinkles of his forehead betwixt his brows.
I believe she has suffered some sort of great loss... The dog admits. Despite how annoying it was becoming to be doted on and followed around like a child, he knew that she needed it to heal. The way she lost her child could not have been in any way easy if it left her mind so broken as to mistake a dog as her son. The healer looked off into the woods, the direction he had come from and the direction he had seen her last.

He could not imagine her pain, but the look on his face showed that he was trying to. A silence was had, if only shortly, before Hira spoke up again. He looked to her in confusion at the mention of 'humans'.

It was understandable. Despite their clan's true lineage, their past with man on horseback, they could not remember. None were alive to see nor hear the tales of them. Of man and their metal sticks that exploded, nor the cutting edge of their iron blades. The way they would command the dogs,

Come-by,

Away

Cast.

All they could remember was the horses. The only ones and the only part of them that persisted beyond man. The thundering of their hooves across great planes, the dog's marching behind them.

What's a human? His voice was littered with curiosity, the foreign word playing on his tongue. The way Hira spoke of it, he assumed it must be some sort of job or title. He thought it strange but, his Warm-Blooded heart always pumped a thirst of knowledge through his veins.

Mink's fur brushed along the edges of Hira's flank, assuring her that he was there and she would be safely led so she didn't step on anyone or run into anything. It was like second nature to Mink. There wasn't that jittery feeling they once had, purposeless after being someone leaned upon so heavily to protect the Herd.

Sparrowhawk spoke of the mare he'd met, and how she must have gone through something tragic. Mink glanced up at Hira, knowing she had too, lost her son. He wondered if this other mare, the one that confused Sparrow for a foal, had lost a child too, and was trying to imprint on his cousin. At first, without context, the thought was funny, but now, it was more sad than anything. He stayed quiet at this, not knowing quite what to say, but leaning in closer to Hira's side, as if to say he was here for her through those turbulent emotions.

There was confusion in Sparrowhawk's voice when asked the question of 'what's a human?' Mink had heard of them in their travels, but the knowledge on how much of them he knew, was short. They are.. two-legged creatures.. Right, Hira? He looks to her for confirmation, unsure if they have the correct kind.

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She would keep her distance.  Uncertain exactly how far or close the other two were. Her fear of guilt in accidental harm to them, petrified her from going any closer. But she kept her head low enough to listen well.

They are! Two legged creatures. Though much.. less fur. We had five fingers, longer toes I suppose on our upper legs. They're quite a sight. Hira didn't really know how to explain all the details to one that's never seen them before. But she'd try her best. Anyway she can aide them. Plus it felt nice to talk about her home world.

Even if it was covered in ash and flames. She always sought to try and find the positives.