There had yet to be an instance when Rhaego turned down the opportunity to further his line, or his name, for that matter. It thrilled him to be able to exercise his power both as a leader and certainly as a stallion whenever the chance was there. To hold such control and influence over others was a rush of adrenaline and he was unafraid to admit he was a true adrenaline junkie. Earning a reputation was part of that, getting his name out there in whatever way possible... even if it meant playing dirty on occasion, he did not mind. It had already proven quite a fruitful endeavor in the past as word traveled around of the mighty stallion east of the mountains - because rather than spending his time trolling the meadows and luring mares into his home one by one, he simply needed to only wait for them to come to him of their own accord. It had not been uncommon over the past years for newcomers of the Dale to tell him that had heard of him through whispers and rumors. But of course it was a varying assortment of equines that found their way to him - some spectacular specimens and some not so much. He would take it though, for it only provided him the opportunity to pick and choose those he wished to keep.

Though on occasion there was a need for him to stir the pot again when things grew too quiet. Sometimes it was solely for the benefit of the herd, others times it was simply because of his own domineering nature and the all too tempting opportunities placed before him. Like the exotic beauty he'd encountered months before in the commons. Their brief foray was something not easily forgotten, which meant something by Rhaego's standards. There was something about the combination of her proud and flirtatious nature that stirred a raw excitement deep within the husky stallion. He recalled her being sharp-witted and keen to match him in the bold display of pride, unwilling to show any signs of obvious weakness. It was a clear and admirable strength he sensed within her, disguised well by the silken gold-dusted coat and abundance of inviting, feminine curves. If he had been thinking clearly that night, he would have done something to secure more time with the brandished gold mare... though between the pressing need to return to his herd and certainly due in part to the hazy afterglow of their coupling, he had let her slip away into the darkness.

It was something that he'd come to almost regret. Almost. Though all it would take was a visit to the swamp or the cliffs to fix that mistake, of that he was certain. And besides, if his aggression in claiming her that night was anything to judge by - she would carrying the next of his line within her. So what was the rush? Rhaego knew he could essentially collect her anytime he wished. Other matters had arisen in the months following which kept Rhaego's days and nights full and left him little time to pursue the act of securing the golden fem, but the notion had never been far from his thoughts in those times. However, he'd never quite expected for her to show up on his doorstep of her own accord... though this fem was full of surprises, Rhaego was quickly learning.

The rolling terrain made sighting the mother-daughter pair nigh impossible from a distance. The undulating hills and valleys proved to be a challenge much of the time in spying newcomers or any that wished to threaten his reign over the Dale, but in the years that he had ruled over the wild land, the husky stallion had learned a thing or two of his home. Most notably in this case was that the vast majority of equines approached from the western border, descending the treacherous paths which led from the main thoroughfare of the mountain path. Many times past, he'd benefited from staking out this section of the territory and now even though trespassers had become a slightly less common issue, he still found it a favorite spot to lurk when he was not actively patrolling. It provided some peace of mind knowing that the chances of another equine attempting to slip past him here was slim and unlikely. As a matter of fact, he'd been able to surprise a few of them rather than vice versa, by spying them before they were even aware he was near.

The shady refuge where he lingered now out of the glaring rays of the summer sun was a cluster of aged oak trees, shrouded by tall grasses and an assortment of smaller saplings and shrubs. The stallion's heavy gazed scanned over the mostly open landscape habitually, pausing briefly to focus on the shadows beneath a scattering of other patches of trees. A glimpse of movement and color moving across the gently rolling slopes seized the brute's attention abruptly and he froze in a tense moment of scrutiny, large russet ears pressed intently forward. The champagne pair trekked at a slight angle away from him further into the Dale, but recognition dawned on him quickly - the memory of startling blue eyes and an elegant body beneath his stirring a fire in him almost instantly. The rush of possessiveness that cut through him was undeniable and he did not attempt to fight it, letting the surge of adrenaline launch him out of the shadowed grove and forward towards the mare and filly in a swift lope without hesitation. Perhaps the cliffs or swamp was not even necessary. The smugness covered his maw with a sly grin as his heavy but fluid strides narrowed the distance between them, ivory-streaked mane and tail lifted by the breeze behind him. A deep rumbling whicker breaking free once he was within easy hearing range. "This is a pleasant change... and unexpected." Rhaego's comment of one of clear amusement and satisfaction, sharp mahogany gaze dancing over the mare then to the foal alongside her in brief appraisal before darting back to the gold-dusted mare. "Change your mind about me?" He asked, pointedly referencing her 'escape' that night of their time together.