Vanya's skin twitched with the tantalizing feeling of having someone's eyes upon her, and she daintily arched the proud curve of her neck, beckoning whoever it might be forward. Eventually, the creature does and Vanya is at first intrigued, and then almost immediately annoyed. What use did she have for mares?

An irritated lash of her tail, however, is the only outward sign of her disapproval. What good would a mare do her now? She did not need company. Should she ever feel as though she were alone, the overo was almost entirely certain that her handsome claimer was only a shoutout away. Not to mention, the herd had recently gained an influx of mares from somewhere else, so there was no shortage of creatures to talk to here. And Vanya doubted that any amount of flirting with a mare - even if she was so inclined - would make Rougaru seethe with jealousy.

"No, thanks," she spat. No, she had no use for this mare at all.

Even less so when she made as though to herd Vanya somewhere. Immediately her fluted ears pin and she lashes out with bared teeth toward the mare who dared to come too close. Vanya had heard rumors of this all-girls wonderland and immediately saw it as it was - a holdout for harpies too bitter to earn the affection of a stallion for longer than the breadth of a fall season. And while the idea of being able to flaunt her supple hips freely without having to accept someone else's dominion of her sounded pleasant on the surface, that was where the joy of it stopped.

There was no challenge when you knew you were safe. No risk.

That was why Rougaru's claim of her had made her react as she did; the thrill of it came from the danger of it, she realized now. The threat of her fun being cut short made her ever more desperate for it to continue. Plus, if she was being quite frank, mares just didn't do it for her. They didn't have that same possessive flair that made flirting with a testosterone laden stallion so much fun to begin with.

Thankfully, Vanya doesn't need to do more than lash out against the mare herding her with both hinds, before Rougaru quickly breaks onto the scene. To his credit, it's even faster than she had expected and she is doubly upset now that she missed the chance to flirt with something else underneath his nose.

Nimbly she dodges away from the mare as Rougaru defends his claim, her black stockinged legs drifting through the sands of the beach. A sneer floats on her lips as she circles behind Rougaru, her fluted ears still pinned haughtily. From this safe vantage point she has plenty of Rougaru to admire, his muscled body battered from his recent fight but still powerful. The emotion on his face was fierce and she responded to it in a primal way, a possessive grin flitting across her lips.

"Sorry sweetie, you don't possess the right equipment to convince me away." Never one to be quiet, Vanya taunts the mare with a grin, knowing that with the arrival of Rougaru, she would not be able to force her away. Playfully now, she stretches her dished muzzle out to place a light nip on Rougaru's hip from her place behind him.