Her stare had started to build a brick wall between the two of them. It almost hurts with the way she looks at him, a mix of suspicion and fear, mingling together and making the air smell bitter. What else was the stallion to do but stare in silence back at them, his eyes burning into the boy's face. Try as he might to see what it's father looked like by staring into the pale face of the colt, Vercingetorix finding nothing familiar there, and hoped dearly that the infant took after Therese more than he did his father. That did not make it easier to love or even like the boy, but it would make it easier for the red stallion to not find contempt in the boy's face whenever he spotted it.

The boy is eager, defiant even, and in that sort of behaviour the stallion sees nothing of his mother. That makes him angry, to know that he would be harbouring the child of another man- a sick monster that had ripped Therese's innocence from her and left her with this... this thing. As he tears away, a tumbling ball of awkward legs, she too bursts forwards, causing the forest stallion to jerk his head back suddenly and twist his hind legs away, offering his shoulder in a display of somewhat submissive behaviour- like he was ready to bolt. Better to run away then to find reason to get her mad or upset with him. Even as he twists away rather uncharacteristically, his hips and shoulders are shuddering, trembling with a great sort of control that keeps him from slaughtering the infant before his mother's eyes.

He couldn't do that to her, he wasn't his father.

Pressing his red ears back against his neck, he watches, head upright and neck pin-straight as the mare places herself between him and the boy. Smart girl. Loosening a loud snort from his nostrils, Vercingetorix is staring darkly as she offers her nose towards him. Looking at the edges of her lips for a moment or two before returning the gesture almost tenderly, leaving a large, careful space between the two of them, once again acting as though she was a stranger to him. Offering his nose, his hips continue to twitch on occasion, this time looking as though he was prepared to flee in case some motherly instinct found Therese lashing out at him. Despite his obvious dislike of the boy, he wanted no quarrel with his mother, and would avoid confrontation if it came down to it.

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