They had met briefly one evening. The sun had been bleeding out into the distant horizon and the stallion had found himself wandering on some far away island on one of the rare occasions that he deemed it safe to leave his herd behind in the forest for a few hours. She had been beautiful, with long dark hair that contrasted almost perfectly against her golden skin. He had been enamored, as most men would have been in the height of a season of heat, attracted to a pretty face that appeared to be just as willing to proceed in the dirty act of naughty deeds in the night. She had not rejected his brief advances, and he had been another willing party. So they met and separated just as quickly as they had met.

Vercingetorix did not feel any regret for what he had done, instead he found himself somewhat pleased with the deed. His visit to the common island had been fruitful, and on the way he had gathered up another woman, stealing her away in the quiet of the night and then returning home with not just one mare in tow, but a woman that had been blessed with not one, but two daughters.

Certainly, if the red dun stallion could have been put into a good mood, this certainly would have done it.

By the time he had returned to the forest with the greying mare, she already appeared to be fed up with his presence. Taking her bared teeth and defensive stance as a sign, he gave her a nod and a subtle, dejected glance before disappearing into the trees. It seemed that while he was leaving one conquest behind, he was to find the other at the edge of the trees near the water. His name seemed to ring softly through the air as he took his leave from Nymeria, and after a moment of staring into the trees, he can see her. Like a beacon, she stands in the shadows of the forest like a beacon. Her golden skin is not hard to miss, and for a moment or two he watches her, contemplating approaching her- but instead it seems that the grey woman has put her younglings to sleep and had started to explore on her own, finding the buckskin creature long before Vercingetorix had had the opportunity to approach her.

There is a few moments where he contemplates leaving the two of them to talk amongst themselves, as the newcomers to the forest he assumed that they should bond and make worthy additions to his growing family. While his home was nearly overflowing with women, it appeared that the unity of his herd was strained, and that he was the string that held the seams together when they tried to pull apart. This whole ordeal was exhausting, and he had hoped that newcomers with stronger personalities would be more capable of keeping the group together and safe.

Finally, he decides to move towards them, weaving carefully through the trees and emerging at the edge of the forest just to the right of the buckskin. Tentatively, he greets her by brushing his nose against her flank, his eyelids fluttering for a moment as he expects a swift kick of deterrence. The woman had not seemed the type for such gestures, and he fully expected her to put him in his place with a good cowkick once he was close enough. Once the expectant cringing of his eyes subsided, he turned back towards the mare from the cold island of tinuvel. Standing slightly behind and to the right of the buckskin, he is not entirely involved in their meeting, naturally offering to give the grey mare as much space as she pleased, despite not being in the presence of her two infants.