Torvi had never faced a creature so determined as this one. She had seen many colts since coming to the Ridge, seen the red haired colt Hades who had a notorious habit of biting any creature that even remotely looked in his general direction. However this stubborn creature had nothing on the fierce colt. Where Hades normally reserved his bites and nips for playful occasions, this colt used them as a way to force others to do as he wished. Well, truthfully, Hades did the same, which made her wonder if there was not some shared lineage somewhere down the line. What a pair those two would make. The thought made her grimace. Perhaps that was a thought that was best squashed lest it come to life. The island would never survive.

Determined as she was to rid herself of the bothersome colt, Torvi charges forward hoping that the more compact soil would give her a chance to outrun the colt. Regardless of how great her stride lengthened on the water hardened sand, still the fiery red colt is behind her. Though her long legs allow her to gain some ground on the young colt, keeping his biting teeth from her flank, still he is on her heels, his nostrils flaring in determination.

Somewhere amid the panic of escape and fear of never seeing her mother or grandfather again, Torvi finds that anger and resentment begin to form and take shape. Instead of attempting to flee as any good little girl would do, Torvi turns her whirls to face the onslaught the fiery colt brought. Perhaps if she had thought her plan through a bit better, Torvi would have decided it safest to not whirl around to face the charging red colt. Silver blue eyes widen as he skids over the sand, sending up a spray of wet soil in his wake. His broad chest slams against the point of her shoulder, causing her eyes to water and pink lips to press together in pain. Pale ears fold backwards amid the tangle of her alabaster mane as she whirls to snap at his muzzle. ”That hurt!” she barks, curling her head around to fix a single eye upon the point of her shoulder where his chest had collided. There were no cuts or bruised skin, but her creamy silver coat was now marred with dirt and clumps of sand. All along her flank, small welts rose where his teeth managed to find connection with her skin and once more she whirls around to fix him with hard eyes glistening with tears. ”Why do you have to be so mean? We could have been friends.” she murmured, the accusation heavy in her voice.

He bares his teeth at her and stomps his foot in return. His lips curl back to reveal pale white teeth making her cringe at the thought of them once more connecting with her hip. Once again his throaty voice rings out with the only word he had spoken since their meeting. ’Mine.’ Ivory tail lashes angrily against the wind, snapping with an audible crack as she drops her head defensively and fixes him with one steely eyed glare. ”We could have been friends…. I just wanted to find my mom.” she mumbles her ears falling backwards in dejection. Her shoulder throbbed and her hip stung but despite that, she was not willing to give up her freedom or the chance to find her mother. At least not yet anyway.