Vodnik should be pleased that the mare understands him, but he is not. What comes out of her mouth are words best left unheard. The smile falls from his face and his ears draw back, not pinned in aggression, but turned in a combination of surprise and irritation. He didn't expect her to insult him. Vodnik has been on the receiving end of a lot of insults, but most of them, he actually deserved. He doesn't deserve this one.

The bright bay stallion has never been accused of being a pacifist, but if he let every disagreeable word get to him, his blood pressure would have killed him long ago. Vodnik doesn't attack her. He doesn't see any reason to, but he also doesn't see any reason to continue a conversation like this. If this mare shows up in heat, then she might be worth mounting, but he has suddenly lost interest in her otherwise.

Vodnik sets into sudden motion. He turns and strides off in the direction he was going before. The heavy draft makes a considerable amount of noise, trampling whatever lies in his path. He doesn't turn to see if the mare follows, and he really doesn't care.