Being on the healthier side of things he really didn’t need to eat right now, a healthy individual could go a month without food, winter would end soon enough, the days were already becoming longer so he wouldn’t have to hold out for long if he had to.
The mare reached towards him again, and once again she was met with nothing. He really didn’t want anything to do with anyone, not just her, but the fact that she looked so similar to Dulce made him want to avoid her even more. The chestnut, one eyed stallion felt bad though, the mite was only trying to be friendly, nothing she had done was to harm him or insult him. She just seemed like a very interactive horse and suppose she figured he needed company as he was here all alone. Normally he would have welcomed such company but these days he wanted nothing than to be left alone to be with his thoughts and memories.
Her come back was a failed attempt and lightening the situation. Tide and ceased his fruitless pawing. And just simply stood there with his head down. The gnarled socket where his eye had once been “blinked” as if the eye was still there, the muscles remembering their job despite the fact that they no longer needed to perform it. At this point it seemed that Taytim had given up. But even in this she was respectful and cheery. Strange mare. She didn’t more far however, keeping within range but paying him no mind. Thinking is a dangerous thing sometimes, old memories have a way of biting at your heels like a pack of wolves. His voice crackled as he spoke from disuse. His low rumbling vocals may have even gone unnoticed by her ears. But as he let one ear fall in the direction she had taken he wondered why she was alone, with no herd. It was unlike a mare as cheery and outgoing as her to be without such things.