Rhaego did not care a bit for trespassers. Their blatant disrespect for the well-marked borders of his home was a direct insult to himself and his authority. Wasn't it plain to tell that with his scent lingering so heavily along the cliffs and trees, he intended for all to be fully aware that this was his domain? For any to cross over the invisible barrier, surely they had to either be bold or stupid - and there was an incredibly fine line between whether bold was a good thing or a bad thing. Though more often than not, the bold typically had a tendency to be the sort which he did not see eye to eye with.

The soft tawny-brown colored mare before him, he verged towards the idea that she was one of the ones that thought they could walk all over him. It was in the sing-song laughter of her voice as she replied to him, how the fact that she stood deep in the rolling foothills of the hidden land seemingly without a concern for her crime. It was irksome really.

The mealy stallion snorted in reply to her playful question, his coal-brown eyes hardening upon hers in his irritation. He chewed on his words a moment, eyes dragging over the buckskin's lean figure, unable to not appreciate the supple agility and strength that seemed to roll beneath her pelt whenever she happened to shift or move. "What brings a mare into the Forbidden Dale unannounced?" He repeated, his gruff voice grating over the words a second time with even less pleasure than the first. His pale-pointed ears flick back as he flexes his powerful neck, solid with muscle, and flicks his ivory-streaked tail impatiently. "Do not ignore the question a second time." Threatening undertones lined the bay dun's throaty voice, offering the only advice that he planned to give the mare.... and truthfully even that was being generous.