He had not expected the greying mare to depart so quickly, just as he had not expected his latest conquest of lust to appear on the edges of his home so shortly after they had parted. Perhaps he had quietly mentioned that he lived in a densely wooded area on the eastern-most shore of the farthest island in the chain, or perhaps the buckskin had more wits about her than he had thought to give her credit for, but Vercingetorix was indeed pleasantly surprised with her appearance, albeit at the expense of the grey mare's disappointment.

Flipping his ears back as the woman that had followed him almost willingly away from her withering herd on a much colder island, the stallion stares darkly as she curtly dismisses the both of them with impatient words and a flurry of grey-white hair as she disappears into the trees- no doubt to reunite with her younglings.

While Vercingetorix had been quiet for the most part, his red skin being the only shining giveaway to his subtle appearance from the trees, he is glad to find that Russian Roulette has addressed him, and lets one side of his lips twitch into a brief, barely noticeable smirk for only a moment as she seems to lean into his touch. Standing close to the mare was somewhat overwhelming, being that the scent of her heat still lingered, and perhaps instincts would have it that he would bed her several times before his seed took root... either way, in the quiet of the trees and away from the eyes of the seemingly judgemental silver mother, the stallion is more than willing to give the buckskin his attention. Silently jerking his head in the direction that Nymeria had disappeared into, Vercingetorix addresses the woman with the dark, wavy hair in a soft, quiet voice. “My apologies... She has only arrived minutes before you, it seems, and also has some settling in to do.”

He can't remember if while the two of them had been so enthralled in the moment of their previous love-making he had told her his name or not, but perhaps it would be reason enough to refresh her memory, if only to try and make her feel a little more welcome in this strange turn of events. “I'm Vercingetorix, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He quips, lipping at the ends of her black mane as if playfully pretending that they were only just meeting. Presumably, he could be doing this for the benefit of the sleeping bodies that lay just beyond the trees in some small glen somewhere, still weary from the long night and dozing through the early morning, or perhaps the stallion seems to acquire a bit of a sense of humour with the turn of the season.

Naturally, he was to be more affectionate with the coming of fall and the idea of women all but surrounding him in the comfort of his leafy home.