He had readily expected that someone would take interest in the child. Was it not only natural that those of the fairer sex that were already accustomed to child-rearing and child-birth would be interested in taking an abandoned infant under their wing at the slightest opportunity?

When he had brought the girl to the edge of the herd, the red stallion stood and watched her, turning his eyes back to the group only briefly to see the hesitant glances in their direction, creatures weighing the odds on the health of the girl according to the fact that she had not been killed before she had been saved. They assumed that Vercingetorix had not killed her because she was healthy and free of any defects, when he had truly let the girl live only because she was of his blood and he refused to be like his own father.

As the spotted girl tore herself from the group and made her way toward the stallion and child, eyes alight with curiosity, his ears fall back out of defence. His interactions with Nymeria's older children had been limited during their stay here, and he had assumed that one had already been smart enough to move on with her life and fly from the nest- it simply seemed that it was taking this sister longer to realize this. As the grey approached them, snapping out at her own daughter, Vercingetorix momentarily balks away, offering a respectably small distance between himself, the mare, and the motherless child. It is not an action he makes out of fear of being snapped at as well, but to present the woman with the opportunity to take the filly as her own.

His presence would only be interfering with any potential bonding.

Sparing a glance in the direction of the blanketed filly, his ears remain pushed towards his dark red mane, warning off any approach as she was unwelcome in his family. Certainly, he had let her live and grow in the forest for a time, but his cold and distant reflection of the girl was not missed by the rest of the herd. The red dun did only what he had to, and while he had been certain that Nymeria would have fought to the death for the survival of her thick-boned twins, he was beginning to toy with the idea of chasing the girl out once his own child had been born to the dappled grey.

male, red dun, ee aa Dd, crossbreed, 15.1 hh.
mordred x blackwort.