He was never far from his mother, but the more time passed the more he watched his father. He was interested in the things his father did for the herd and for himself. He brought in mares one after the other, but he also fought many battles. Father had a handful of foals and he protects them all with hos strength and knowledge of running a herd. Askold wasn't sure he ever wanted so much responsibility, but the fighting seemed cool. He wanted to be that strong.
He was walking nearby when he overhead some of the colt's words. Askold may not be old enough to understand everything, but his parents did well to teach him respect. He hears the mare try to be diplomatic with the colt, but Askold knows he wouldn't listen. He doesn't understand over his childish anger, but Askold was curious of something. He had a technique he wanted to try out. Usually he was quiet and stayed in the background if whatever was going on, but not today.
He spies the bay colt laying down from where he peeks at the scene from the jungle. A large inhale and the colt was lunging out towards the group like a jaguar going for the kill. His head tucks into his chest as he pushes his body harder, faster. He reaches the colt in no time and with no word, raising his fore limbs above the colt's body. He attempts to slam his weight down on the stubborn colt as his red ears dig deep into the thick of his mane.