Olaf stood firm, ready to put the other stallion in his place if need be, or rather kick him out of his place if necessary. He listened silently to what the male had to say though his eyes narrowed then dilated and ears flicked back momentarily at the use of the word “boy”. While poor condition made Bloodmane’s age hard to read, Olaf did not think there was much between them; if anything Olaf was the older of the two. A sharp, hot breath left his nostrils at the seeming disrespect but he allowed the man to continue. His gaze remained hard and calm. ”You are mistaken in more ways than one Urga’rok Bloodmane, and I do not appreciate your disrespect." he said after a moment of silence.

"The dunes are more plentiful than they might appear. The oasis is the heart yes, but the river and the spring can sustain a man, or even a small herd, with little incidence." the smoky black explained. It would be counterproductive to keep his second, who would help guard both herds, from vital sustenance. He needed a strong second who would be capable of protecting their home, not one who was dead on his feet. "However, you misunderstand my words. You are not forbidden from the oasis, it is large and plentiful after all, but you will keep your distance from my herd until you have proved yourself a capable and productive member of the dunes. My mares are their own and if they chose to approach you, that is their business. I see no reason to ban you from returning their conversation.” Should that not satisfy the stallion, Olaf would not hesitate to show him to the border.