Finally, someone understood!
That was the first thing that crossed his mind as he witnessed the young female's reaction. She was right to he afraid and he has been waiting for someone to have this reaction towards him since his return. Maybe it was just her young age because all the other mares around the islands just presented him with a fiesty nature not into playing his games. The young girl may be trying to hide her instincts now, but all the classic signs were there.
The way her body jerked when that twig had snapped, the wide eyes he had first been presented with, and the tension now in her body. He wished for a bigger reaction, perhaps even give him a good chase, but none of that happened. He could see her attempts to collect herself which reminded him of his current mission. He couldn't go scaring this girl like he wanted, but maybe he could slip in a trick or two? A little white lie to get what he wanted...
He listened to her worry of causing him trouble and then the whole reason she was here at all. She was lost due to the power of the sea that had pulled her to his shore. Fate if you will. He knew exactly what to say now, but before the words were formed she fled. His own instincts kicked up and he chased her acrossed the Inlet, thick locks bouncing with every gaited step he took. It was incredibly hard to stop himself now, but he did try.
He caught up to her and attempted to stear her around back towards the middle of his home. If she tried to stray off he would reach for bits of her mane to pull her back to course as well as nip at her back. Once they made it further from the ocean he attempted to stop her. His sides raised and fell quickly with labored breaths, but he knew there was no time to waste. He had the opportunity and he couldn't miss it now! Besides, he was way too excited from all this running.