O Melhor's ears flipped back as the stranger entered. But, when he realized that the stallion meant no harm, his ears rose up and began to flip to the front and to the back again. Her wasn't sure what to do with the intruder, but perhaps there was a reason he had come. He wasn't the black boy, no, this stranger was a grullo. His Paradise was still safe from the black boy, or at least it was for now. But, he was peeved at the stranger for entering, even if he did call out.

O Melhor's head was turned slightly to the side, to be able to see the stranger better. He arched his neck and flagged out his tail. He did not want to be toyed with. "I, the gift of Piedoso, hold this land as my own. What business do you have here?" he grunted and pawed the ground. The coffee colored stallion was indeed the gift from Piedoso and no other. The great god guarded the back of his idol and O Melhor was quick to warn others about that. Woe to those who angered Piedoso. They would find their fate resting in the water, waiting silently like an alligator. O Melhor tossed his mane, waiting for the stranger's answer.