Isengrim had, truthfully, not been expecting what he said to go over well but he was unprepared for the fire she possessed. It almost would have been entertaining, had she not called him stupid. And being young (and stupid, no one said she was wrong) and a bit too full of fire himself, he flattened his ears. "Looked better on the trees," he snapped, his tail mimicking the poison in his voice as he snapped his tail against his haunches. She laments who she was never mattered and the young stallion gives a snort, lowering his head for effect, "suit yourself, lady." One might say his emotions were jumping all over, from one moment being calm to another being openly hostile. He was young and hormonal, though Isengrim tried to stay neutral, it was evident the circumstance of his life and the lagoon itself was effecting him.

How much would it change him? How much of himself would he lose?

"Greetings," the arrival of a second stallion seemed to be the distraction Isengrim needed, as his tensed body finally relaxed. Even his tail, which had still been lashing, calmed to idly flick over his hocks. The introduction is boring, he thinks. The mare hadn't even introduced herself. Why should he? Petulant child, he half expected someone to say.

“Have you been alright by yourself madam? I have not seen you before and I hope you are well.”

Isengrim snorted, turning his attention wholly on Nahawi. "Some first impression, brother. More concerned for her than your own family." He scoffs, passing by with a flick of his tail. Perhaps it was childish to expect more from his brother, but he was barely not a child himself. He gave into the emotions raging in his chest, casting one last glance over his shoulder at Nahawi and the mare.

"Good luck, prince charming."