She’s no longer a child, but not an adult yet either. Her heart was still the one of a child, but her mind had learned and improved a lot. Not only in the way of the wolf, as learned by her (adoptive) father. Her mother had made a brief beginning in telling her about her magic. Jinju didn’t had magic in the sense of the word of it, but she had fire magic, or would soon have it. But most of all she had grown confidence. It was still somewhat shaky and limited to her home, but it was a begin. Also the reason why the inky black girl now dared to approach the painted woman without waiting on one of her parents first.

Her ruby eyes find the mare easily. Not that the stranger ever did hide – or attempt to hide – her presence. Jinju had snuck her way up towards the unfamiliar scent first, like Ruan had learned her, but once close enough she had chosen to just reveal herself. If the stranger hadn’t noticed her before, she was only learning the way of the wolf after all, but Jinju liked to believe she was doing a great job. ”Hello” is her somewhat awkward greeting, as she hasn’t had real experience in any kind of diplomacy. Normally one of her parents would be the ones speaking.

It is obvious that this black and white mare wasn’t looking for a home, for that her scent was too much laced with another place, and she also had the same grace as her mother, the one of a ruler. Curiosity twinkles in her ruby eyes, her head tilting a bit to the side as she dares to move even closer, but still leaving a couple of meters in between them. ”Can I do something for you?” she asks, not really sure how to greet someone from another land. After all, she probably wasn’t here for mere chitchat and neither to find a home. At the same time, Jinju also doesn’t really know what it exactly was that she could offer the painted mare.

She cannot help it but to look at the two toned mare in curiosity. She smelled different than all the others Jinju had thus far came across. There were flares of different scents that stuck to the mare’s own, just as she had noticed on her parents, but there was a spice in there too. Fresh, but also somewhat exotic. It almost remembers her of the Jungle she had called home for a short time. Expectance burns in her ruby eyes, waiting for the mare to answer her question, but she doesn’t speak again until her mother shows up.

The inky black girl cannot help it but to grow a little tense, annoyed even, ears flicking back and forth as she struggles. ”Hi mom” she answers, a forced smile on the corners of her lips as she reaches out to brush her muzzle against the gray mare’s shoulder. Jinju lingers around for another short while, listening to the two toned mare, who introduced herself as Nayl, answering the question her mother repeated. It is then that she decides to leave, her nose against Reagan’s shoulder before stepping aside. Her head drops slightly in a silent bye to the two toned mare, then turning her back on the adults and her brother, never even glancing in the appaloosa colt’s direction.