Someone yells, but everyone else's voice was muffled to him. All the faces watching his attack became blurred as he charged and leaped for the disrespectful colt that lays vulnerable on the ground. That was what a preditor does, wasn't it? They wait until they think they have the best chance of getting their kill. He would find out that a predator usually didn't attack a group that was standing still. They made them run first so then they could pick out the slowest and weakest victims.

BAM! He hits something solid with enough force that he bounces his body backward. He was able to stay upright, but his head shakes from the sudden impact as his eyes follow the body of the red mare up to her shaking head. His head tilts slightly as if he was questioning her block, but her pinned ears tell him she was displeased with his actions. He didn't understand why she would be. He tries to glance at the colt she protects as he now stood and inches closer to his father. Askold's ears pin back as his eyes glue to Bjorn as the colt who disrespected him now stands near him like he expects to be protected. This was ridiculous!

The bay colt barks something, but Askold's eyes never leave his father's. Bjorn starts to step towards him and Askold listens to his words with a solid face that doesn't change in emotion. The red colt says nothing as his father offers to chat with him, but he does turn and walk alongside his sire away from the group. He doesn't look back at the faces of the mare and colt, no, his sole focus was on his sire.