Ours is the fury. Posted on January 3, 2015 at 08:55:51 PM by Asp
Winter had settled into the Forest with a vengeance, chasing the last few reminders of fall away with the ferocity of a pack of wolves. With it, Dragonmaw’s heat had faded (or perhaps it had faded due to their copulation--Asp was not sure) and Asp was more prone to giving her distance.
While he never ventured far from his herd, he investigated everything as they made their daily trek through the pines to the river to drink. He was still terribly sore about the colt and his mother, enough so that when he smelled the Prairie and heard the call, he let loose a warning neigh that he was coming and he was not pleased.
He barrelled down upon the other stallion, a threat in his body language. This one was older, however, and Asp was not necessarily too keen on doing battle with another seasoned male. Asp came to a screeching halt and he bobbed his head a few times, letting the other stallion know that this was his turf and the mares off in the distance were also his. Replies: