Go on. Bare your teeth at me.
I'll pull them out
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The overo had spent the majority of his childhood doing his best to convince a mare that could barely tolerate him to allow his presence, and as a consequence, had learned and grown familiar with body language long before he'd ever mastered words. He was always most comfortable speaking without uttering a word, and the fact that the golden mare seemed to pick up on this only added to his eagerness to interact with her. Beneath the tangled locks and rough edges, Raegar was a playful soul, and only grown to be more so with the children he'd sired.
As she joined him in his carefree romp, Raegar grinned broadly and led the way for a few steps before allowing her the opportunity to do the same. He was very much the leader of his herd, not suffering challenges to his authority, but he sensed no threat in letting her lead for a bit. The longer he spent with her, the more certain he was that he did not want to let her go, even though he knew little about her beyond that she was pretty and fast.
After a few moments, Raegar began drawing closer to her, drifting inward in an attempt to let their shoulders and hips brush together as they ran, only to veer away and try to draw her in another direction. He supposed that there was a deeper part of his instincts that was trying to decipher how well she would take to be herded back toward the Badlands in such a fashion, but he was trying to be well-behaved. Filumena's exasperated reprimand kept playing in his head, reminding him that fighting for the mares he wanted (a gesture he saw as clear proof of his interest and immediate proof of his capability as a leader) was not the only way to garner their attention. Just the fastest. Easiest. Normally the most foolproof, recent experiences excepted.
Sweat dampened his coat lightly, making his whole body gleam and he threw in a few playful bucks before winding down a little, pushing in closer to her and trying to gently bump her neck with his muzzle, testing to see how much touch she would tolerate. He was often affectionate and cuddly, but he had learned (the hard way) that not every mare, especially new mares, appreciated his hands-on approach.