â€œBeruk.â€ Morrighan whispered softly and looks at the horse. She loved the name and the meaning of it. Maybe it was true that her personality was rather wild, but she shrugs a bit. Even if he was right, there was no way that she could be tamed. She then listened to Demetre as he started whistling from where he left of. It was a lovely tune that Morrighan enjoyed to listen to. Morrighan looked at Demetre as he wipes away a tear that fell from his eyes. â€œAre you alright?â€ She asks, she seemed serious as she looked at him.