He was far from naive, and could tell if it was someone to trust or not. He was more willing because she was a female, though he would never admit such a thing. He held a large sword, and whether she could wield it or not Heath did not know, but damage would be done either way. He would believe her story, and he was taking in the horse, not her. Another mouth was another mouth, and he doubted that another soul would notice the new addition. But, Heath would take the stance as the pack Marshal and keep the stallion until Anann came to fetch him. He wondered if she would be back to work him, and keep his muscle's tones and his mind sharp. Part of him knew that it would not be the last day that they two bumped into one another.
Satisfied that the straps were tight, Heath mounted Stark just after she did Rem, settled in the thought that she had all that she had brought. It would not take them too long, and the male pulled in the reins, touching the soft side of the stallion and gave her a nod.