She does not run. Most mares saw his scars and tattered ears and immediately turned defensive. No doubt were the roles reversed he would have thought the same thing. As a young colt, he had been thrilled by his scars. They were his badges of honor. A visual symbol of his victories. Now, now, they were still his badges of honor but not nearly as much of a conversation piece he hoped they might be.

The pretty painted blue girl actually extends her neck towards him and even bumps her muzzle against his own whiskered lips, inciting a smile. Well, almost a smile.

She does not scream in outrage as he places his claim on her shoulder nor does she wheel away to send him on a merry chase through the trees. Instead her dark ears pin back into the smoky tendrils of her mane and her thick muscles tense. However there is no fear in her eyes, no anger or hatred or even suspicion. She was just full of surprises. Dark ears lift amid the wind knotted tangle of his pale mane. Curiosity blinks back at her from behind his yellow gold eyes and his ashen lips part to let the first words pass between them. At least, that was his intention.
And then a familiar face appears. Parva girl.

Like a freight train she charges towards him with a scream on her lips and anger seething behind her dark eyes. Once more, his mahogany ears disappear beneath the layers of his mane as the young stallion momentarily forgets about the smoky blue girl and focuses on the raging fury that was his ex-lover. Well, lover was perhaps a bit of a stretch, mate? No that entailed being monogamous didn’t it? Partner? No. Well, whatever she was, whatever they had once been, here she is slamming her shoulder into his own. A bugle of challenge trumpets from his own lips as the young wolf lurches forward to catch her weight as it slams against his own. Thick muscles tense as he shifts his weight towards his hind legs and drops his haunches to brace against her onslaught. He was prepared to fight her if it meant he got to keep the pretty roan girl for himself. Parva could be a consolation prize, even if he would have rather been playing casanova instead of challenger.

The Inlet queen steps between him and the young girl, as if attempting to block her from his view. That would not do. Angrily he takes a step to the side to at least keep her in his peripheral vision. He was not done with her yet. Golden eyes meet the angry blue ones of Parvati as she rages on at him. A daughter, well that was new. Once more his ears swivel forward and he blinks silently at her for a moment. He had been hoping for a son, but there was still plenty of time for that. It wasn’t even fall yet.

Were it any other stallion facing down the angry eyes of a queen and mother, no doubt they would be meekly submitting with soft spoken apologies and tear soaked promises to do better. But that was not THIS little wolf. With a snarky huff of breath the stallion lifted his dark muzzle, ”It’s not like you hung around long after you got what YOU wanted either.” he retorted, his thick tail switching irritably. ”Surprised you even remembered my name.” Not like he was going to announce to her that he had quite forgotten hers or her in general until his decision to leave Paradise. He glances at the girl behind her, hoping that whatever flaring of emotions that had begun between them might still be present. It wasn’t. In fact, she was beginning to look as irritated as the queen glaring her nose down at him. What a shame. He was far from done playing though.

Rolling his shoulders, Loupgaru glances back at Parvati. A single ear twitches. ”Well, I’m here now so why don’t you show her to me.”