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Now this would just not do. Yellow eyes flash behind green as the wolf surged to the surface. Cain was making things quite difficult. Now no doubt at another time he might have found himself content to have this stallion as an ally. The scars that marr his black and white coat show proof that he like Rougaru, has faced foe and won. However, that determination that shown in the desert stallion's dark eyes now was cause to infuriate the beast. Gray fur bristles beneath chocolate as muscles tense beneath his skin. Ears bury beneath the thick tangle of his cream and caramel mane as a defiant scream burns past his lips. Cain takes the beating of his striking hooves to remain fixed between himself and Leonid. The purred tones of his taunt brings an amused gleam to his multifaceted eyes. "Ill be done when you scamper back to that desert of yours... without her." he growls, thick tail lashing irritably against flanks as once more he lunges toward the stallion, jaws parted and teeth searching to find grip on the stallion's skin.

Leonid remarks of her displeasure in pet names but before Rougaru can offer his own comment, the stallion is once more hissing his distaste and even has the nerve to call him a mutt. A coy grin spreads across his lips as the chocolate colored stallion gives his proud head a toss, a deep throated chuckle rumbling from his lungs as he paced closer, angling his large figure in a wide arching circle around the black and white stallion and the pretty pale mare. "Ive been called far worse from time to time, though I do believe the fleas might be coming off your sandy butt not mine." he adds with an amused chuckle, his gazing angling briefly to Leonid. Ears perk as she speaks, her tone devoid of emotion. "Leonid is much more suiting indeed..." he beings, pausing a moment to let his words linger upon her before continuing again, "but when one is limited in the knowledge of a name, pretty fancies are better than nothing at all." he adds, a single brow arching as an impish grin tugs his lips upwards.

In that moment Cain places his mark upon her skin and once more the beast soars to the surface. How dare he touch her. Once more ears lace tightly against his skullcap as nostrils flare and he tightens his circle, coming upon Cain's right side, shifting his weight so that the point of his strong shoulder is met by the stallion. He thrusts his weight into this forward progress, determined to unsettle the stallion or at the very least force him away from Leonid. Thick neck curls inward as blunt yellowed teeth lash out at Cain's neck and shoulder, "Now who's the mutt? Keep your teeth to yourself." he snarls.