Mammoth was not an unforgiving or unreasonable man. It was common for most stallions to take any progression into their lands poorly - even if it was a mare. It is not a simple thing to trespass, no matter the history of the land. Kings did not reclaim the throne of the Beqannian kingdoms thus, and so it did not change for the herdlands. But as I said, he is not unreasonable. When she does step across the borders, he sees her, watching the shadow of her as she picks her trail easily. She is a familiar scent to this place - one he had formerly thought extinguished from memory. It is her only saving grace.
Mammoth is a severely protective creature. That he now has Pogona to look after only makes this more a struggle for him to witness. If he let any creature just walk in uninvited, how could he say that he had done his duty. It is because of this thought that he begins to walk towards her. Her tension does not concern him because she is not his, is not theirs, is not of this place. She deserved the tension for what she had done and so he makes no move to relieve her of it. He relegates the sight of her agility to simple battle-knowledge to be used later if need be.
When she stops beneath a tree, her face belying the importance of the place, he does not. She sticks out her neck and calls to him, a sign she was not attentive enough to be safe in a strangers territory. The largest sign he had ever given of malcontent then occurs. Heavily flattened ears and a small downturn of the corners of his mouth. He is not overtly expressive, but he is clear enough. His muscles clench in a dangerous poise - prepared to chase her off for being what she was. An intruder who dared to beckon a master from within his own home. Oh, yes he was sure to come. What man wouldn’t defend his home from invasion?
“You walk where you are not invited, woman.” He said with a deep, gravelly, baritone. He has never been the most brilliant of creatures, but that is not to say he is dumb. He is just more preferred to the simple facts and simple life. “I can smell the familiarity to this place on you, but whatever your history, it is not yours to walk about in at your leisure. You would have known this the moment you reached this place, yet you ignored it.” He arches his great crest, thick locks of mane and tail falling to one side as he takes another hard step towards her. “Why do you choose to trespass.” His statement was too clipped to warrant a question mark. It is more of a demand than one anyway.
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