Hannah was the feisty creature he had not expected. She had been an easy capture, but she had fought once he had her home. He figured the mare was only this way because she was protecting her foals, but he would never know her any other way because she was always with a foal. The mare was a prime definition of a broodmare, especially after birthing twins. He had no doubt she would be pregnant again this coming fall, but this time it would not be by him.

Her words hiss at him and he knows she is unhappy. Hannah doesn't like him being here, but she would have to get over it. He didn't have any plans to give up on this war any time soon. "Nothing here for me?" He asks as she moves to block his view of the small foals. He laughs, a hoof pushing back some loose grass and dirt as she speaks again. "There is plenty to do and see here. I have children here, two of them right behind you." There was no way he could be thinking one, or both, of the foals might not be his.

"Plus, there are many here that want a piece of me. I can't let them down." A smirk slides on his lips as he takes slow steps towards Hannah. He knew very well that she was one of those that wanted to fight him, but he had no fear for the painted mare.