Gods, he felt alive. Blood tricked from a bite mark on his neck, and another on his rump, but neither dampened his spirits. Nor did the throbbing pain in his foreleg, or the bruise welling up beneath his eye. Regardless of the fact that the fierce little red mare before him was the cause of all of his current injuries, he still eyed her with admiration, an easy grin unfurling across his face as he caught his breath.

Raegar had intended to come here and fight the Peak so that he could take this very same mare home with him, but he'd found her first and hadn't been able to resist the chance to get up close and personal with her. He didn't even know if she remembered him from their chance meeting in the Falls over a year ago, but he certainly remembered her. She'd fascinated him even back then. As an older filly, she'd been enigmatic and bold and so pretty. He'd fantasized about bringing her home and showing her the Badlands ever since, and now she was here, right in front of him.

And best of all, he'd managed to show her that he was strong too. That he was capable of protecting her, and of fighting for what he'd wanted. Today literally could not have gone any better.

"You fight well," he said breathlessly, admiration glowing in his voice. Raegar had expected her to fight well, if only because his mother and his sister had both disabused him of the knowledge that stallions were somehow more innately capable of fighting than they were. "Even better than I thought you would," he admitted with a chuckle.

"My mom is so going to love having another sparring partner," he said with and brief look toward Salem. In his mind, Filumena's residence in the Badlands was already a done deal that required no further negotiation. "If I don't keep you all to myself," he added with a rogueish grin and a toss of his tail as he took a playful step closer.

young stallion - mutt - seal bay overo - 15.1h - rafe x velahrn