It only took a split second from Warsong to snap and switch gears; she went from playing a simple water game to completely erect and sending her strong back feet viciously for the stallion in both warning and assault. A scream sounded from her maw as well, she was a fairly vocal horse when she attacked or fought. Usually, it got her what she wanted, and while she knew Olaf was not the sort of horse to run from..anything, really. Especially not her. But, it was still instinct for her to throw her best cards on the table.

It was no secret as to why Warsong was uncharacteristically aggressive toward the very stallion she claimed to have cared very deeply for. And, emotion had next to nothing to do with what was happening. The closer Olaf ventured to the spotted mare the more obvious her scent had become.; she, like many others in the coming season was in heat. And she was not having any of his bullshit today. (or at least, that's what she told herself. She knew Olaf and with that knowledge, knew that it was only a matter of time before nature took its coarse.

That made her anxious. In her experience, offspring had brought her nothing but trouble. She had a feeling that by the end of summer, though, she would be full with the big brutes foal.

“ Go away, Olaf. I'm busy doing things. “ the mare grunted back at him.

Come on. As if that would deter him.

WARSONG

save your breath.
you'll need it for when i tear you limb from limb.