Whilst lingering at the edges of the herd, he had gathered that there were few squabbles to be had amongst the mares once the sabino woman had taken her leave of them. The idea of kicking and squealing at each other over a concept of leadership appeared to have been abolished or forgotten all together, and even though one or two of the more familiar faces to the stallion had yet to be seen this afternoon (he missed the solemn grey face of Yscha and the pretty pale eyes of Therese) he was more or less pleased to find that no one was missing.

As his nose brushes against the knee of a female companion in the herd, there is the sound of movement behind him. It seemed as though one of the mares had opted to separate herself from the herd as well, and upon the appearance of the red dun stepping into the group that he so rarely associated himself with, she decided to join them. As Vercingetorix lingers behind a bit, letting the group continue on their peaceful grazing, a flurry of flustered words and harried thoughts rush him, catching him somewhat off-guard as he brings his head about to face Serenity, the spotted girl that had more energy than a rambunctious child. “Serenity, calm down.” His voice is smooth as he addresses her, dark eyes making level eye contact as he waits a moment for her to settle. “You've done nothing wrong, you're-”

At the sound of huffing and puffing behind him, the stallion drops his words and turns about, this time facing one of the children that he had been so keen to ignore.

While she was still young, it appeared as though she was growing to be healthy and, perhaps once she had matured, she would be as alluring as her mother had been (even though Vercingetorix had only had the briefest of meetings with Avasha). The red stallion finds himself surprised at the presence of the young bay, for he had imagined that she and her brother had attached themselves to Vivianna and so opted to accompany the mare and her own trueborn out of the forest when she had decided to leave. Apparently, that had not been the case.

For some time, the stallion had regarded the orphaned twins with a somewhat sour disposition. He had kept his tongue to himself when around their foster mothers. The stallion had feared that the mares were putting the healthy and safety of their own trueborn children at risk to care for the twins, that three children would be too much of a burden for either Yscha or Vivianna, no matter how capable they had been. Now though, it seemed as though at least one of the twins had found her way to yearling-dom, and that she was growing up well, despite the disappearance of her sabino foster mother. Eyeing the quiet child for a moment or two, he is scanning her face carefully with his brown eyes, trying to see something in her face, as though she was hiding something. With his intent stare, he almost missed the appearance of the champagne, standing off to the side and greeting him with a single soft uttering of his name.

First one ear twisted in her direction and then his head followed, looking the champagne in the eye before replying to her. “Nice to see you're still around, Dresden.” Their first meeting had been strained, but the red dun had decided to think nothing of it. Dresden had the semblance of being indifferent to everything that happened around her, as though she was simply flitting through the world without a care. Part of that had intrigued the stallion, and another part of it had simply enraged it... yet he had decided to pretend as though he was more affected by the latter. Once more he turns back to the filly, deciding now that he would address her, but as he does so another body appears, this time a small, dark skinned mare that he had never seen before. As she appears from the trees and stands briefly in the shadows, the stallion's ears lay back for a moment as he contemplates whether she is a threat or an asset. It does not take long for his decision to be made as she nods in quiet greeting to Serenity, the more outgoing of the mares in his collection of companions.

With one last apprehensive glance back to the filly, Vercingetorix once more returns his attention to the spotted mare and speaks. “Have you been making friends then, Serenity?” The red dun is more concerned with the sudden appearance of another mare, thinking that she may be a fugitive that had decided to hide in the shadows of the forest and behind his great red body in hopes of escaping whatever she had run from.