Since he was six months of age Tarek his father had played with him, trained him. He took everything that he had been taught and he tried to make it show so his father would be proud of him. Now he was a year old, his father had kept playing with him but then his new brother was born and well Yngvar hadn't stuck around long enough to find out if there was any reason to be jealous of his brother. Both his parents said nothing would change, but Yngvar knew better. Blackout was a foal completely dependent at least on his mother. Maybe nothing wth his father would change but his mothers attention would need tobe on his baby brother.
When this stallion showed up nearby and called t him Yngvar didn't really know what to make of it since he hadn't really been around other stallions before other then his father of course. So he studied him, looking for any aggression in the others body language. When he had seen none he had nickered back and lowered his head once again to grab another bite.
His ear flicks to the stallion who had now come closer. Yngvarhe responds back.Its nothing I suppose. My mother just gave birth to my brother I needed spaceHe said. It was kinda the truth. He didn't outright say he was jealous but perhaps others knew he'd be jealous, after all he had the two realtively to himself for the past year. I live in the forest and Its okayHe said calmly.