It seemed that lately, all the luck in the world was his. Elated as discovering that Therese was alive and well, he had returned home in time to find the dappled grey, which further lightened his mood. Though sure to carefully approach the mare in case his luck was too good, and she was in fact not real at all. When he had brushed his nose against her shoulder in greeting, he was happy to find that she was in fact real, and that as his nose touched her flesh, he could feel the warmth coming away from her skin as she quietly dozed in the silence of the forest.

To the stallion, it felt like an eternity had passed whilst he pressed his muzzle against her skin, breathing in her salty scent, trying to follow her perfume to the places she had been- to see what she had seen only by breathing her in.

Letting his eyes close for a moment or two, one side of his lips lift in a small smile that is pressed against her shoulder when she greets him.

He thinks he could never be mad at her, or Therese for that matter, for leaving. While the creamy woman had looked and felt like a wanderer at heart, Vercingetorix trusted that any of the women that had remained from Kieron's rule here, before he had inherited the land without any sort of resistance, were tormented by whatever ghost it was that stayed here. Just as Vivianna had left, taking her only daughter with her into the wide world, the red dun had accepted that the grey and her son had disappeared for similar reasons. He had worried, as he was wanton to do in the case of something going amiss whilst he was standing vigilant at the edge of the herd.

Even though Yscha pulls away to apologies, his nose follows her shoulder as she steps back a bit holding the contact between her shoulder and his muzzle. Vercingetorix is aware that she is apologetic for leaving, and perhaps that she expects him for to be angry, or even enraged, but instead he is now relieved to see that no harm had befallen her, except that she is weary from her travels. “No...” He mutters softly against her skin, finally pulling his head away to look her in the eye. As his dark eyes meet hers, he can see how truly exhausted she is and steps towards her, his shoulder settling near hers as he reaches for her mane in order to start nibbling and grooming at her hair, inviting her to sleep for a little while as he does so.