Torvi was beginning to understand that her decision to intervene in the affairs of strangers was not the best idea she had ever had. In her defense, her past escapades had resulted in a fair amount of snarling lips and pinned ears in displeasure, but never had they bothered to contradict her. In hindsight, it was probably because she was one of the older foals in the Ridge, and the adults often backed her demanding tones up with hard looks of their own for the offending parties. It always gave Torvi a sense of superiority and despite herself, she now found herself asking why.

She had hoped that her squeal of pain and the half hearted attempts at connecting a kick to his side would be enough to discourage any further attempts he had at trying to continue his claim on her. She thought wrong.

Instead of tossing his head and snorting a gruff response, something along the lines of ‘mind your own business’ like she first imagined; the fiery red colt darts towards her. Creamy ears pin beneath the silver white tresses of her mane as she takes another step backwards. Like a snake on the ground he strikes, dropping his small head to snap his jaws at her. His tail flicks back and forth against his rump in much the same manner as one of the jungle cats she had seen prowling through the trees. Like the big cat, his emerald eyes are narrowed and void of any emotion that she recognizes save for pleasure in the hunt. Yes, there, gleaming in the bright sunlight that blanketed the white sand beach in warmth, the red dun colt’s eyes gleamed with delight. There was no unsuspecting monkey today, this colt had his eyes on her and Torvi was not sure she liked where his thoughts were headed.

She tried to wheel away from him, but the scream of rage is enough to warn her that the attempt would not be so easily won. Quick as a cat he dodges the outreach of her hooves and charges forward, trying to circle ahead of her. Defiance and fear fight for control of her emotions now as she charges across the ocean-wet sand, finding the hard terrain much easier to manage than the dry, malleable sands further up the shoreline. Sweat glistens on her coat, darkening her pale skin. ”Leave me alone!” she shouts at him as again his teeth find purchase on her flank. Already her sides heaved from the race along the shore. However Torvi knew that if she wanted to escape him, she could not rely on her strength alone. Her venture away from the Ridge had used much of her energy already and this would be too much if she allowed it to continue.

Anger flared in her body, tensing her slender posture as heels dig deep into the compact sand. With a flurry of anger, Torvi whirls around, using the point of her shoulder to slam into his headlong charge. Blunt, ivory teeth clamp together once more in front of his small muzzle. ”I am NOT YOURS!” she growls, giving her forelimb one final stomp.