The young stallion listened to what the mare said with an eery calm. Each word she spoke made the young soul simmer with anger. When they had first met she offered to be a resource for him. Though events had shifted and things had happened, neither of them could know that she had become just that. This mistake taught him a valuable lesson. Games were fun, and the world was beautiful, but he had to step up and protect what was his. In a storm he could not have shelter until he knew everyone else did. He would not eat until he knew everyone else was fed. The safety of his herd was the highest priority.

Usually dancing blue eyes hardened to stony pale sapphires. A peach colored hoof stomped into the forest floors and his head tossed back. Tail whipped through the air in agitation. Let him come, and let him try! Challenged the still growing youth. He had no idea who this ‘Vidnik’ was, nor that he was in fact a huge stallion who could easily pound little Ailill into the ground. He did know where he stood though. Unable to control himself, the stallion stormed around the mare, unleashing his frustration by lashing out against trees and nipping harshly at the foliage that surrounded them. He was young and he did not know how to control his emotions. Instead, he looked hard at Macabre, his tail continuing to whip in anger. What can I do? What should I do? Legs lashed out in a harsh buck. Once his feet touched ground again, he let out a heavy breath before reaching out to so gently touch her soft neck. Most importantly, are you okay?