With his ears forward he caught her voice, sweet and delicate as it blew along the cool autumn wind of the oceanfront and frigid territory. Wonka blew a soft stream of air into the space between them, visible due to the heat as it twisted, turned and then floated away on a delicate breeze. The loveliness of her was nearly overpowering to Wonka, the beauty of her eyes enraptured his youthful attention. His instincts told him to show off for her, to strike a pose that would display his strength. But she was speaking and his father had taught him better than to be nothing more than a meathead which desired flesh. It would take refining as he was still quite freshly new to the game but one day Wonka would understand what it meant to successfully court a mare instead of leaning toward the instinctual drive inside his mind.

“Of course! I mean, of course you can stay!” He commented immediately, smiling and giving a slight tilt of his head, gaze still absorbing her in her entirety. “It’s definitely a pleasure to meet you Winter, I’m sure I can rely on you to teach me things about the Inlet I haven’t yet learned.” Tarrant was full of stories just as Ade had been from the rugged and dangerous cliff face path which led to where the gulls nested to the cove to the west which held seal pups during their birthing season. But Wonka felt if Winter called the Inlet her home (and such a fitting name as well!) then she would have her favorite places as well, adventures to take him away on that would teach him all he needed to know.

The mare came closer, extending her neck and touching her soft muzzle to his skin. Wonka’s flesh shivered beneath the touch, his head bent and his eyes rolled back to look at her as she moved. A deep rumble came from his throat and his tail lifted, flicking once in a shimmer of white. She moved away, but not before letting the strands of her tail tap against his coat and her voice lifted into the air between them once more. Wonka lifted his head and turned toward her, ears perked. “My father is here as well, somewhere,” he said amiably enough and added a bit of a grin. It took a little while longer for her second comment to penetrate his skin but shortly after it did his smile shortened, smugly turning up as he moved toward her receding form.

“I don’t mind being stuck with you at all, Winter,” his voice gave a little bit of a low baritone as he moved toward her, reaching out to playfully lip at her delicate and lovely golden skin. “Do you mind being stuck with me?” He grinned and darted away, pulling his legs high to march a pace or two toward the left of her, lifting his head and flicking his tail once more.