Kendry’s grin gets a little bigger. “I should hope not,” he replies, watching the strong arch of her neck as she turns to face him. “There’d be no fun in that.” His nostrils flare and he reaches toward her with his own muzzle as she approaches, thinking to touch noses with the mare in introduction, maybe do some flirtatious nuzzling, but she’s already on the move and responding to his mock-challenge with her teeth.
He jigs to one side when she bites, flinching away from the sudden sharp pinch of teeth high on his shoulder, and snakes his head out for a retaliatory nip aimed at the thickest part of her neck. His blood stirs in a way it hasn’t for far too long and he steps toward the mare intending to press against her, chest to chest, maybe goad her into a rear like the one she displayed earlier. He’s careful not to bear down on her if she does allow for the contact— Kendry is aware of his substantial weight and height and this spar is supposed to be fun, a friendly way of blowing off some steam with a stranger. A pretty stranger, at that.
He likes that she rose to his challenge without ceremony. Nothing coy about her, just a direct attitude and prompt delivery of injury. Practical. Pity she’s got a kid with her; he’d enjoy a quick romp with this one just as much as he’s enjoying their mock fight. He should’ve come home before all the mares went out of season. What a waste that time was, spent all by himself. |