It had not been Olaf’s intention to interrupt the speckled mare, only to be closer to her; to watch over her and protect her – okay, he might also have been checking if her scent had changed and if she might be receptive to his advances. As Olaf should have expected, she was not. He had halted short of getting too close so her hooves do not threaten to actually cause him harm but he does end up showered by a spattering of water. He ears flicked back and he snorted, pawing the water and throwing his head up.

Despite Warsong’s show, Olaf did not move away though he did watch her carefully for signs that she might actually attack rather than just bluff. He knew that eventually her moodiness would cease and she would permit him to be close to her. Perhaps she would even beg for his attention when the time was right, and maybe then he would be the one who would play hard to get; not likely. For now he would just have to wait it out and remain close in case it was a brief and fleeting moment.

”What things?” he asked dubiously as he stepped toward her. What things could she possibly have to do that wouldn’t be improved by his presence? He extended his muzzle toward hers, perhaps a peace offering or maybe just an attempt at courtship.