Perhaps she had misread the stallions intentions, but that still didn't numb the feeling of fear that coursed through her. She was still on edge, eyes watching his every movement and each breath he took. The two were at a stand off it seemed, just waiting for the other to make a move. The spotted maiden could feel her leg's tensing, getting ready to bolt, when he steps alongside her. For a moment she thinks he is about to apologize for his rude behavior, but instead his teeth snap out at her, aiming to bite. With a shriek of fear she launches forward, again moving ahead of him and glaring over her shoulder before glancing to the skin along her hip. It had been a close call, as his teeth did press against her for a minute. Had she of just stood there, he'd surely have left a mark.

Standing straight, she narrows her eyes at him once more, a thing she seemed to be doing a lot of now. The stallion doesn't seem to care of her uncomfortable state, simply just focused on getting her near his other mare. Perhaps if he'd been a bit nicer she'd have gone along quietly. Just as she was about to dig her hooves into the ground for a second attempt at keeping put, the brute surprises her with another bite, causing her to gasp and to finally give in. Truthfully, she didn't want him to damage her spotted body any more than he has with those 'nips' of his. Indy wondered if the stallion knew just how powerful his jaws were, and if he ever took into consideration that some horses didn't have such tough skin to withstand such bites.

Blowing out a heavy breath, she moves closer to the other mare, but not beside her, more like a good five feet away. Did he expect her to just line up with the other? After all, it was pretty clear mister grump was calling the shots. She ignores him, hoping he'll leave her be now that she has done what he's wanted, stretching her neck out and around to nibble at the skin along her shoulder, glad for the itch and the excuse not to look at him.

The silence was killing her though, but instead of glancing to him she continues her grooming. "I don't suppose you have a name sir bossy?", she softly says, pausing briefly in her work only to go back to it once the words were out.