AS was his custom, Cain does not leave her waiting for long. Dark ears perk amid the tangled wisps of her obsidian as the vanner stallion turns towards her summons. His thickly muscled legs close the distance that separates them with quick ground-eating strides. A coy smile tugs the corners of her lips upward at the playful tones of his voice and the almost boyish tilt of his head. How strange it was, the it was not so many seasons ago that she would have gladly ripped him a few new holes in his body had he dared to approach her or even speak to her in such taunting manners. However now, now the banter had grown from something more akin to hatred into something that she thought might be a sort of love. While still she would adamantly deny any deep and lifelong devotion to the black and white stallion as Berit and the others might be willing to speak aloud, it did not mean that she did not adore him in her own way.

His gravelled tone fuels the fires that already smoldered in her own near black eyes as impishly she takes a prancing step towards him. Small, ash dusted muzzle stretches forward to tug playfully at a straying strong of his black and white mane as her own long raven whipcord lashes audibly against still sleek flanks. ”Careful Cain…” she begins, pausing to let her sultry tones hang heavily between them, ”You might just bite off more than you can chew.” she adds nipping lightly at the thin skin along his neck.

Gladly she would have spent several hours more, taunting and tormenting him in their ever constant game of cat and mouse. Though already the heat of fall had left her, and the flutters within her belly hinted to the life that would soon swell her womb, still these games caused her blood to run hot with pleasure. But not today. There was enough unrest with the strain of emotions that she did not need to shirk her own duties to the herd. She had called him today for a reason and as he (and the others for that matter) knew, she was not one to color her words, at least not for very long.

Drawing her head back now to fix the handsome stallion with an even gaze, the smile upon her lips faded. ”I have been thinking…” she begins, her dark gaze drifting towards the loosely gathered herd that grazed in relative peace around them. ”Berit and Melisma both have taken proactive steps to secure the herd’s approval as lead mare.” she begins, pausing a moment as her gaze lingers first on the slender long-legged black mare and then the gentle bay mare. ”At the time, Geneva was enough to take the position but perhaps no more.” she continues, turning her steady gaze to meet his own once more. ”Perhaps it is time to do away with my position as guardian and instead appoint two mares as lead. Berit is loyal and tender hearted. Many years now she has shown her dedication to the herd in caring for the young and I believe that gentle spirit is important as a leader. Likewise Melisma has earned respect by stepping forward not once but twice in an effort to defend and protect our herd when you dared not. Of course I do not mean this to discount you in any way but simply put, she knew what must be done and was willing to do it.” She finished, pivoting her sleek body to rub against his own. ”I will always be a guardian for you and the herd. I do not need a title and authority to prove that. You know that there are not many instances in which I will keep my tongue to myself.” she adds with a mischievous grin, bumping her shoulder against his own playfully.