Falls

He had spent quite some time in and out of Ylva’s company. He tried to avoid being a nuisance, though he still seemed to be one to a rather prickly Runar. It was something of an endearing behavior, though, as Errant hardly had a dog in any fight picked by the growing lad.

When he does return from his excursion this day, however, it is to find another mare and Ylva in a bit of a lopsided stand off against a stallion who was of solid make, if his eye was any judge. He seemed to be confident enough of his presence being welcome, however, so he does not do what his training would have bid. Ylva would not have thanked him, he thinks, if he had, after all. He approaches with an even walk, though it is with a pointed and purposeful angle towards the group so as not to let any of the party mistake his coming should they have had the mind to look.

He is round, weathered, muscle meant to be used and he approaches with ears front and head up despite the extra bit of height given the other stallion. Another thought, Ylva probably hadn’t the stomach to watch a parading match between any man at all. He smiles a little at the image in his head, but simply falls into a greeting to take advantage of the slip. "I hope well," he interjects an answer, though he keeps himself more to Ylva’s haunch than not. She did not need his protection until she said so, he reminded himself one last time.

His brown eyes flick down to Ylva, curious but not on guard before she gave him her leave. She may have simply been unhappy with a friend, rather than accosted by a stranger, after all. "At least when I left the both of you were well." He has a kind smile to spare for her, of course, but it is curbed to something more neutral with other eyes on him. Ylva was not his, as she had told him, and he would infringe on no freedom she did not willingly give. "Ylva has been kind enough to welcome my company, I am Errant. Forgive the interruption." A nod to the painted stallion, a nod to the golden mare, though at the second there is a vague and friendlier tilt to his head.