While his eyes had burned with curiosity at the near arrival of the colt and his mother, Vercingetorix had been careful to weave slowly around the bodies of the other mares, head stooped and tail whipping across his haunches in anticipating. From where he was, he could see that the boy appeared to be healthy, if slightly smaller than the girl that his mother had most recently adopted.

Before the stallion manages to get anywhere near the trio, there is a red bur before his eyes as he is suddenly confronted by yet another child- the loudest of his children thus far. With a shake of his head, he jerks back, fully aware of the dark glance that her mother throws in their direction, as if assuming that he would be a threat to his own children. Perhaps the only threat that he served was to give the filly a sharp nip on the rump then send her back to her mother.

Long ago, the red dun had decided that he was not a play thing for children, and while he tolerated their proximity, he preferred that they frolic amongst themselves, leaving grown-ups to do as grown-ups do.

A jerk of movement in the corner of the stallion's eye just beyond where his red daughter stood. Switching his focus to the grey mare, he can see her looking tired and nervous not too far from here. Instinctively, this brings the stallion to flip his ears backwards into his mane, fully prepared to watch some unseen threat emerge from the bushes behind her. After a few long, moments, the terse silence is soon cut by the questioning and youthful voice of the motherless girl standing near Nymeria. Soon satisfied that there was to be no danger thundering out of the trees so close to three of his children, Vercingetorix once again offered his attention to the young red dun.

She had a daring, brutal look in her eyes, as if she were too brave for her size. Feeling as though he should admire such a quality in a girl born to relatively serious and calm parents, he leaned towards the girls face, ears now pushed forwards as he lets her sit in his great shadow for a moment or two. Finally having lost interest in the mares (being that it seemed Nymeria had little interest in socializing with him at the moment), the dun shoved his head forwards and gave the girl a push. Perhaps a little heavy-handed for her size, being that he had yet to really interact with his children this season, instead opting to keep his distance from the herd.

Perhaps it was his luck that Ygritte was not to be trifled with.

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