The snow had melted. As the white concoction disappeared, the forest was suddenly filled with the incessant dripping of water finding it's way from the branches to the ground. The smallest of sounds would have been enough to drive the stallion mad, were he not already so certain that there were demons and monsters lurking within the trees. Where the forest was thickest and fullest, the constant dripping noise seemed to all but echo off the trees, driving the sounds into the belly of the forest and forcing them back towards the stallion's ears as though they were the voices of a million tiny creatures shouting out occasionally.

For a long time, he had wandered aimlessly through the forest, keeping true to the border that was set up in a wide ring around his home. Step after step, he toed that imaginary line with the intent to ensure that no one wandered in unnoticed like last time- and no one did. His eye follows where his markings and droppings laid out where home was and where the other lands were, and spotted the girl with the sandy color wandering in as though she belonged here. She was dripping wet and smelt like salt and the sea, proving that she was not a native to his home that had been in hiding whilst he had moved in and made himself comfortable here. Naturally curious, the stallion follows quietly after her, losing sight of her for a moment or two and heading in a vague direction through the trees until he saw her again, this time grazing confidently under a particularly large and shady tree.

Certain that she was not so stupid as to be unaware of her surroundings, he moves towards her at a rather brisk walk, making sure that he could swipe his lips across her shoulder or hip before she had a chance to flee. He had a reason to be a little greedy, but for now he was more interested in acquiring the girl with the rather interesting color; she was the color of amber, like sand that has been out in the sun for a little too long, without the rising tide to darken it's color. Once close enough, the stallion brushes his mouth over her shoulder, marking her as his and asserting that this place she had stumbled upon had just now become her place of permanent residence.

Taking a swift step back, the stallion's ears are flicking from side to side and back and forth, assessing the dripping noises that fill the trees around them. Vercingetorix was so certain that he could have hear a soft whisper of a voice, one that taunted him and promised to visit him when he had decided to lie down to sleep for the night. There were ghosts here, and he had just forced another girl to stay here and survive them with him. “Welcome to the forest.” He says in his soft, flat voice, his dark eyes skimming across the woman's face while he waits for an answer or a retort.