Khar takes note of the narrowing of his eyes, the fierce expression that seemed to forever have worked its way into the very lines of his face. Clearly he was not thrilled in the least to be here. His dark auburn eyes meet hers with a fierceness that even sent her own skin on edge. Apprehension prickled beneath her cinnamon and sugar coat and small ears lace tightly against her skullcap in displeasure. His words are meant to threaten, meant to instill fear into her heart and soul. Were she a weaker woman, no doubt she would find herself taking a step back, putting distance between herself and the predator that stood before her. But that was not Khar'pern.

Pale glacier eyes of her own glitter in the dim light of the gray skies that hung heavily above them. From the bitter cold flavors of the wind, Khar knew more snows were not far off. In another time she would be making her way to one of the many caves an stone overhangs that protected the warrior women from the harshest of storms that buried the high peaks in deep drifts of snow. His words bring a malicious smile upon her lips, ashen labrums parting to flash blunt yellowing teeth at him. "Yes you look quite fearsome with that moping expression upon your face. I am surprised I can still stand for the quaking in my legs." she mocks, laughter bubbling from her lungs as small ears bury beneath the thick mantle of silver white mane. Like a stalking mountain cat she moves towards him, her steps calculated and evenly placed, ready to lunge for his throat if an opportune moment presented itself. She would make him pay for the intrusion. Perhaps if the bay mare had not appeared, Khar would have tasted the male's flesh between her jaws, the metallic tang of his blood wetting her tongue.

Wasp appears. Her stride is quick, head held high and proud as she moves easily alongside Khar, her dark pelt brushing against the lighter toned skin of the nimble mare. Ears perk now as Wasp stretches her muzzle out to bump her muzzle against Khar's own in comradery. A renewed sense of amusement lights her gaze now as vicious gaze meets the eyes of the stallion Ivar. He lifts his proud head, defiance written in those dark foreboding eyes as he proclaims himself to be trinket to no one. A cheshire smile plays upon her lips, "You look like the part of a trinket. Only missing some pretty little shells but be sure I can find some on the shores and we will have them woven into your mane. Will that smooth out that sour expression? If we make you feel pretty again?" she taunts her gaze turning back to Wasp as gaze manifests itself into something far more compliant. "A captive ey? It is good to see some fresh blood. Perhaps this victory should be met with further actions? A raid?" excitement boiled beneath her skin heated suddenly by the idea of battle. "I wouldn't mind a trinket of my own." she teases reaching out to bump her small muzzle against Wasp's russet neck. Ivar speaks now, his voice graveled and strained from lack of use no doubt. Khar felt fairly sure there were not many he spoke to after all. Twin harks flicker forward as he speaks but for the moment keeps her own mouth shut. His words, though addressing them both were meant for Wasp. This was her battle of wills now, Khar was simply along for the ride.

4yrs | mare | Egyptian Arabian | dapple rose gray | 14.2hh | bound to no one | valkyrie of the peak