A smile spreads across his dark lips as she accepts his invitation, but he could see a small amount of worry. Fear flickers in her crystalline eyes. "Please don't worry, Precious. I just want to get to know you better." His ochre eyes, friendly. In silence, they stroll away from the herd, he was content to just to be in her presence. His ears swivel to and fro, until a familiar trickle of a nearby creek reaches his ears. It trickles and tinkles beneath a thin sheet of ice, Autumn nights were colder here on Tinuvel then any place in the Lost Islands. Plus the elevation, that the herd now found themselves, added to the frigid night temperatures. He sighs, until the first snow, they would take advantage of the safety of the higher meadows, plus the abundant grasses.
He leads her in the direction of the creek, until the trickle grows louder. He drops his dark muzzle to the sheet of ice, sniffing at the sweet waters beneath. He reaches his hoof forward, and strikes the ice until it cracks beneath his hooves. He presses his hoof down until a familiar splash reaches his ears. Satisfied, he takes a step backward, his swivels his head around. "Are you thirsty?" He beckons her to come closer.
Patiently he waits.
Dögun
We'll ride in the gathering storm