Creed was pleased with her new master. He was kind and gentle, and seemed to be considerate of her limitations. Though the buckskin femora tried not to look at it as a limitation. Hooves picked carefully through his lands, ears swiveling and maw extended toward the ground to touch things so she wouldn't run into a tree or anything. This place was foreign to her, so Creed was sure to take it slow. Several times her whiskered lips ran over objects that were hard and cool; stone. This valley seemed full of them, and the supposed that's where the name had come from. She tried to imagine the place, but unable to see, that was difficult. Still, she was sure it was beautiful. Missing one of the smaller stones, she stumbled lightly as her hoof caught on it, grunting as she recovered her balance and took a moment to collect herself. Shanks halted, crest lifting as her maw split, a whinny loosened from her lips gently for RipTyde. She couldn't hear him nearby, and she was wary to go any further into his terrain without knowing what might lurk ahead.

"No, it's okay. Just guide me if you would please." Creed whispered gently, feeling his body pressed against her. Shivering pleasantly at the feel of his tongue. She stepped forward once, not wanting to just turn back. She would have to get to know her home, every inch, if she was to live in it freely.