When she put in in the way she had, Fundamental had to agree. Most stallions were not like him and he wondered if that was the reason he was failing at his job of having a herd. The women of the Inlet were always scattered, wandering without the stability of a group. Would it do them good if he was a little harsher, a little more demanding on what he wanted? Giving a mental shake, Fundamental knew he would never do that even if that was what it meant to be a lead stallion. Maybe he just wasn’t meant to lead.
The painted stallion moves then, catching up to her as she had motioned for him to do. He nearly reached out his muzzle to brush across her side, to take in her foreign scent and feel the heat from her body. But instead the stallion kept to himself and settled at her side keeping space between them. She did not know him and he did not know her, touch wasn’t something he was going to force on the mare any more than he would that she lived with him in the Inlet.
“I forget what other stallions can be” he replied with a faint dip of his head, accepting the reasoning she had given him on her actions as it seemed she had read his clearly. It was then the stallion fell quiet, waiting on what else the woman had to say.
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