In his wariness of the other woman, he had smelt the stink of another man on her flesh, and assumed that she was a ploy- a trap to draw him away from his herd in hopes of being able to lure his companions out of their comfortable home into whatever cage this mastermind had thrown together to capture little birds like the forest mares.

Yet, instead of finding himself caught off guard by an invading stallion, he is instead confronted with a rather matter-of-fact woman, who appears to have been sly enough to have done her research before coming here, and who is almost tantalizing enough to coax the stallion a little closer. Their noses meet, and Vercingetorix breathes in greedily, tasting her breath for something, anything, that might give him a hint as to why she had washed so boldly up onto his shores and managed to lure him out of the comfort of his trees close to his herd. She speaks and her name is terribly familiar, like the same breath of air that had come from Brynja's lips when she had spoken her name, and immediately the red stallion is intrigued, his dark, tired eyes widening just a little bit as he listens to her, dark red ears pushed forwards now.

Perhaps he could have been labelled as a feline, for how curious he would tend to grow of other creatures, and still he was suspicious of the stranger. Even though she had a name now, Svetlana, and a reason for being here, he was still not entirely sure why she had picked the forest of all places. Certainly the red stallion found comfort in the way that the branches of the trees intertwined overhead to create a sort of shelter that kept the rain away from his body, and the way the leaves would come and go with the passing of seasons, but why the forest, exactly. “So you decided to go exploring?” While the commons were often infested with fleabags and brutes that were wholly vile and underwhelming, they were perhaps the best change for a woman to find a home of her choosing- unless she had done her research as this dandy minx appeared to have done.

“No... you came here specifically, didn't you?” His voice sounds tired, but still there is a gentle lilt of curiosity to his question. “Why?” Therese had joined him because they had seemed similar, and he had been enticed by her soft voice and beautiful face- Russian Roulette had come here because she and the red stallion had enjoyed a particularly raunchy tryst, and perhaps had wanted more of his attentions. This creature he had never met before, and for that he is concerned.