A movement caused her to turn but his scent proceeded him, as into the small clearing where both females stood strode the other centaur. The one who had obviously been calling out loud. Dover did not know what to expect, her front hooves pawing at the ground before her let him know how anxious she was of his presence. She kept the distance between them as if it were vital to her. He knew her but that was not surprising, New Zealand was not a huge island and though her own small tribe had come from the south island they were all known to one another. Or at least her father who had been chieftan had been known. She frowned that this stranger who acted as if they had seen one another before, would know her name though and it could only mean one thing. Ethros and the other hunters from her own tribe had sent word ahead.
This forest she knew belonged to Vico and his rather large tribe and she had hoped that she could be save here hiding for a short while at least.
"They did nothing to me" she retorted, her chin lifting up proudly, "my father was killed in a fight for supremacy it happens in tribes. The murder of my mother and my brother are what was unnecessary."
She did not know if he could be trusted, the fact that he had known her name had sent shock waves through her. Rattling her brain for the name Spike, to see if she had heard it before she came up very short.
"Why would I worry about you?" she questioned, her hand touched the handle of her broadsword prepared to use it if needs be. Glancing at the girl she almost whispered to her.
"Stay still human, males cannot be trusted".