He probably should leave things alone and let the mare be. It was none of his business what Warsaw did with his mares, but for some reason he felt bad for the petite black mare. She was remarkably beautiful, but the anger that stuck to her face was unnerving. To Requiem, she didn't seem like a mare he would mess with, but of course Warsaw was not afraid. Still, he payed her no mind at the herd gathering except when he brought her over. Now she had snuck away and so had he in hopes that he could lesson her pain.

He hatrd to see such a beautiful mare so angry. He made his strange offer to her, but his nerves bubbles up intensly. He has never mounted a mare before and he has never had the privilage to become a father, but this child would not be his. In everyone's eyes this would be a child of Warsaw just as he was the son of an unknown stallion to the herd (reality was he was in fact Warsaw's son). At first the ebony mare seemed upset with his offer. She turns to him and spit words of venom his way.

They hurt, sure, but he knew where they were coming from. This mare had such a deep hatred for Warsaw. He shyed away from her confidence like the timid man he was. He says nothing as she turns away, seemingly deep in thought. He assumed she was completely against the idea, but after some time had passed she lookrd his way once more. There was sadness in her eyes, but also acceptance for his offer. His heart sunk and he had to force the tears back, but he knew he was helping her in the only way he could right now.

He takes her body under his own and has his first taste of mating. It was upsetting that his first time wasn't out of love or affection, but pitty and sadness. It was down right depressing, but in this moment he thought it was the best thing he could do to help. The deed didn't take long and he was soon slipping off her and all fours were back on the ground. He doesn't want to say anything, but he had to cover his own hide. "You have to let Warsaw mate you at least once. Soon, before you lose your heat cycle. He cannot know..." He cannot know the baby is mine. His voice trails off. The words were hard to say and he knew thst might make her angry.

He bows his head and leaves for the Bay. Now he must watch Warsaw raise his first child if she did fall pregnant. Maybe her body would expel his seed and take Warsaw's. He had to pretend this was the case.