He had spent the season as he always had. A few ladies catching his eye, a few thorough nights and days spent satisfying needs in himself and them - and then watching as they sauntered off, not one to follow if he’d been used as far as they’d benefit from. He does not, however, stick to anyone like glue and never had once things had taken the heat from the mare in question - so while she slept through his waking, he does not hesitate to find himself a refreshing drink from one of the mountain fed streams.
His interest is not lacking in Himena by any means, however, and when she looks to have come and found him - he is hardly trying to vanish into the brush. Instead, there is a warm grin, lopsided and masculinely appreciative, to greet her approach. He tilts his head on her approach, but when she asks if he was trying to ditch her, he chuckles pleasantly in good humor and lacking in all mockery. "Bonita, you couldn’t think me so sly. I’ve never played any games with you, eh?" he croons, giving an admiring eye as he does a once over. "Your beauty would only call me back to you."
And he is far from a liar. As long as she looked on him with a hungry eye, much like any of the other women he’d run into this season, he’d have no reason not to satisfy the call in their season - nor the companionship many sought afterward. The chill of winter was already settling in across their nights and mornings - but two was enough and he was glad to have been of service to even that bounty. His tail switches over round muscled haunches. "Where is the little princesa? Was it an interest in some alone time that had you follow me all the way out here, tucking away the little one? I should think winter had cooled your fire, hm?"
He keeps that playful tone, though it is not without a hint of that masculine pomp that made him so thoroughly convincing when a woman was looking for an excuse to have a man. He extends his muzzle, smile ever present, touch ever ample. "Come here, you pretty thing. I didn’t sneak off for anything more than a sip of the mountain stream. What’s worth drinking is worth drinking from the finest source, don’t you think?"
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