“ Things your puny little brute brain couldn't comprehend. “

Except that they totally could. She was just trying to to find reasons – any reason, really – to make it difficult for Olaf to get close to her. She was definitely in heat, and she was not so edgy as to believe she was the only mare who played hard to get. She knew she was not the only – in fact, the reason she did to begin with was because the more she resisted the more she knew he would persist. She whips her tail aside and turned from him to retrieve some grass at the bottom of the waterhole they both current stood in. Her tail fell motionless once more behind her.

For a brief moment, the mare seemed to have all-but settle down, and should Olaf try to reach out and touch her, she would (surprisingly) allowed it. Anything further than that, however, is met with a threatened kick as she hops like she were about to buck at him and send her back feet flying for him... Though truthfully should he be close enough, even if she did kick at him, it wouldn't matter because her feet would eat little bit air and he would be in a prime position to finally cover her. Should he take that opportunity, the hot-headed mare would be more than compliant to stand and bare his weight.

WARSONG

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