He was partly curious about this mare, partly attracted, and full heartily ignoring the warning signs. As she walked towards him now, he began to forget every bad feeling he had about her. He forgot how much she reminded him of whats her name and he forgot how frustrated he had been talking to her in the commons. She was in his land now and he would have control here anyway. Plus, he chocked all her bold behavior from before to sexual tension.

Hooves dug into the snow and frozen earth as she neared. Her gait slowed the closer she got until finally she reached out to exchange a swapping of scents to one another. Warsaw usually didn't pull so close to a female for a greeting, but he didn't protest her actions neither. She could do what she pleased, but she might not want to be too close to his proximity for long or he'll get the wrong idea. The corners of his lips spread upwards as he imagined what it must be like to own her. It was the hot mouthed ones that gave the best satisfaction.

She quickly speaks his name and then looks around his home. He liked seeing her here and he began to imagine her smoky form rummaging the snow for grass and stalking through his trees. It almost seemed fated for her to be here. Her voice speaks out again and he laughs at her words. "I think I have frozen this place rather than burn it. If there was life before me they seemed to have scattered at my scent." Slow breaths pushing out visible air from his nostrils. It was getting colder and soon his first winter back on Tinuvel would befall him.

"I'm glad you've come to keep me company, but won't your stallion get jealous?" He poked around to find the answer he was looking for. Petal had said they were spoken for, but he still had hope that she was a free mare ripe for the picking.