Granyl shook his head. "Well, no. It was a necessity for all of us. Disobeying was something some had to be taught not to do, though examples kept most of us in line." His view shifted to her, and he offered a small smile. "Our leader wasn't exactly a pleasant one. If it wasn't for him, I'm certain we would have respected the natural order the tribes had in line." He looked up at the sky, shooting a narrow-eyed glare at a cloud in the distance. "His love for power was disgusting, I've resented him for it since I was a small colt. He was a brute, not a leader." He sighed, shaking his head, before calmly looking forward.
"Of course, I've come to realize he at least taught me how one shouldn't be. Brutish and seeking power, rather than seeking peace, and harmony. I suppose I can be thankful for that, if anything."