Kit did not, categorically, move around when the sun was at its zenith. This close to the borderlands the sun was hot, unforgiving, and he'd taken up an almost-Southerner way of going through his day - wake up, patrol, graze, relax during midday, then graze again when the sun was touching the horizon. However, every once in awhile, someone came along to break up the routine. Something he was equally thankful and irritated by, as much of a contradiction as it was.

After all, though he was stronger than a large majority of his Northern kin, Kit still knew how to appreciate the sparse scattering of trees and water among his territory. However, he also acknowledged and accepted the responsibility of defending said territory - after all, he would someday have a herd to protect. Until then, he would protect himself, and gladly so. So when he caught the fresh scent of a mare on his territory, he moved off to do his due diligence, pale eyes scanning his ever-familiar territory for an unfamiliar figure.

She wasn't hard to find. Though she somewhat blended with the background, Kit knew his territory from hundreds of dogged hours spent patrolling a border that hadn't yet met challenge. She was near the river, as an interloper was most likely to be, but he didn't approach with any particular threat or challenge. Instead he walked through the shallow depths coolly, leisurely, water still running down his legs as he approached the white-painted mare. Welcome to Faded Shadows, he said without aggression but only minimally welcoming, as he was as yet unsure of her intentions. Likely just a layover, which was generally permitted. However, he made it his business to know who was traveling his land, and this pretty thing was no different.