[PRP] This thing called snow is odd ((Oba and Sekhmet))

[Valdmir Talamore]

Oba Fenyang walked through the snow in his normal pose. Head low to the ground eyes shiftting side to side. Although he did lift his legs higher trying to pull his long haired hooves out of the snow which he was not used to. "I thought this land was supposed to be green." Oba growled then suddenly burst into laughter. He stopped walking and looked around as though someone might have heard him before continuing his walk.
This was the first time he had traveled this new land alone, after having followed Lady Zira here. He wasnt sure what to think of it having heard of skinwalkers and other such creatures.  

[0TWizTed_SoUl0]

The black Mare didn't mind the snow as much as the Stallion did. In fact, she couldn't care less about it. Her left hind leg was throbbing, keeping her from trotting. In fact, she was limping rather badly. That confrontation with Valacoura had left her in a awkward position.

Nostrils flared as the scent of a Stallion reached her nose. It wasn't him, thank the gods. Her head lowered as she approached. The other would hear her, the odd rythym of her steps. Three normal, one clunk.

"Hello?"  

[Valdmir Talamore]

Oba sniffed the snow lightly still not used to it after the blazing hot days in the desert where snow never fell. He shook the cold getting to him slightly he wondered if it would ever warm up in this so called green land which didnt look so green right now.

Oba's head shot up at the sound of another soquili. He twiched his head side to side swiftly much like that of a merecat checking the area above his hole. As swiftly as his head had shot up though he lowered it once more to his favorite stance. Listening to the hoof beats he narrowed his eyes tilting his head in the direction the mare was comming from.

"Hello." Oba replied simply adding an odd laugh to the end.