He knew he was asking for trouble the moment he made the conscious decision to approach her instead of walking the other direction. Though no doubt Parvati would have come stomping after him in the long run, at least he could claim that it wasn’t his fault if he were ever asked. Then again, who would ask? No one seemed to care. Not that he minded, truthfully he preferred being alone, except maybe for the pretty little painted girl that had met him that day on the beach. He would have enjoyed her company but no doubt even she would have grown annoying after a while too. The unknown, that was what made her so damn attractive…. So tempting.

’There he is!’ the sound of the Inlet queen’s voice draws him away from his heated thoughts. He blinks away the haze of ‘what ifs’ and instead settles on the duo trotting towards him. The painted youth hangs back. It is clear from the near constant turning of his ears that he is not entirely sure of himself or the stallion emerging from the woods. Loupgaru prided himself in the dangerous picture he painted. The feral gleam of his yellow eyes coupled with the jagged claw marks across his muzzle and tattered ears did indeed make him look bloodthirsty. That didn’t bother him one bit, it kept the riff raff from trying to corner him into conversations.

Apparently not Parvati though. Delight shines in her pretty eyes as she all but throws herself into him. Muscles tense beneath the thick layers of his painted bay coat. He was not used to such displays of affection. Not ever. Monster had been a diligent mother, caring and viciously protective but even she did not spare him unnecessary contact. Even the wolf with as much as he loved his children did not spare his sons any extra attention and instead saved that for his daughters. Loupgaru never held any sort of ill will towards his parents over it, he had merely grown up knowing that this was simply the way things were done. She presses against him, curling her neck into the broad muscular concave of his breast and leaning her slender body against his. The perfume that bleeds from her skin is intoxicatingly thick. ’NO…NO!’ he barks to himself and the beast as again the not so distant memories of their coupling resurface.

Lucky for him, he saves her from further thoughts. She introduces the stallion behind her as her brother and Loupgaru turns his golden eyes on the tri-colored stallion, flicking a single fluted ear in acknowledgement. Parvati speaks again, beckoning him to teach Nicodemus “stallion things” as she calls them. The little additive about wanting him to teach the boy to lead a herd causes a laugh to reverberate within his chest. He takes a step backwards to fix the pretty snow queen with a hard glare. ”Teach him to lead? Have you forgotten how I even came to be here? I think I would have to actually lead a herd myself before I can teach anyone else how to do that.” he scoffs, flicking his own tail against his hip with a single calculated snap.

She tries to flatter him now, closing the gap of space he opened between them and brushing her skin against his, sending his autumn hot blood thrumming quickly through his heart. Nostrils flare wide and exhale a sharp breath as she curves her body provocative around his own. Lust wets his tongue as he tilts his head towards her, a single ear rotating to follow her progression as she returns to his side and whispers against his flesh. ’I have something for you if you help him.’ The implication is clear enough. For a moment he weighs the pros and cons. Technically if he were to even consider saying no, she would no doubt continue to berate him until he agreed to it. Worse still, she would ask that goofy little boy toy she kept in tow to teach him and the gods only know what he might offer. Even before he speaks, he has made his mind up already. By the gods he wasn't about to let another stallion turn out like Parvati’s boy toy. There were already too many of those running around anyway.

With an overly exasperated sigh and roll of his eyes he glances towards the youth. ”I guess you can tag along.”