Reginleif lurched forward with a snort as the white mare collided with her rump, yet still managed to awkwardly kick out at the mare. If the white mare wanted to be beside the stallion, it was he who would have to move as Reginleif would concede no ground to anyone. She did not strike out again when the mare pushed, however, only flattened her ears and flashed her teeth at the mare and would only attempt to actually find flesh if she pushed too hard.

The red-freckled mare could sense the shift in the stallion’s mood, his fear suddenly replaced by a dark, sinister cloud. That fact did not bother Reginleif, if anything she’d like to see the colt grow some kind of spine, but it was interesting all the same. Her tail snapped violently at the white mare spoke. “Didn’t say you had to, but I can chase you out, if you’d like.” she smirked, answering the mare’s challenge with something of a promise.

Kasabian’s voice broke her concentration at that moment and Reginleif spared him only the briefest of glances. She knew there would be no attack from him and that she only had to be on her guard for one from the two strangers. She did find the buckskin’s handling of the pair odd, however. He was not acting how she had assumed the boss of the lagoon might act when presented with a new recruit and a possible prize, but this was far more entertaining. Perhaps that was why Reginleif wasn’t in leadership.