The draft snorted as the smaller stallion twisted away from her claiming nip. Unfortunately, she didn't have the energy nor finesse to chase him around her tundra. Her ears pinned against her mane as he spoke, moving to block him from moving further into her territory. If this stallion belonged to the bay herd, he was stupid to even approach her tundra. She risked a glance at her herd to make sure this wasn't part of some plan to steal them away from her. Her worries settled at the sight of Areo Hotah.

"You've seen it. Now leave." Her attention turned back to the red stallion, her teeth snapping at the air in warning. If the chill of her home didn't turn this stallion away, she would. He was obviously here to cause trouble.

She took the time to examine his markings and attempt to pick up his scent before the wind could blow it away, not wanting to forget him if he came again next winter. By then, her herd would be bigger, and she was sure they could deal with him for the last time.

Another gust of wind ripped over her tundra, and she shuddered as it bit into her hide. She would much rather be with her herd, saving her energy to dig for grass later, than dealing with this red stallion. She could only hope he wasn't stupid enough to stay.