As the mare turned her full attention towards him, Emhyr took the opportunity to peer closer at her. She was certainly no one he had seen before, he though. Until she took a challenging stance, head dropping and lips curling, the loud thud of her forehoof against the frozen earth echoing around them.

He was suddenly struck with a vague sense of... recognition? There was something oddly familiar about her, about the defiant yet playful gleam in her moss-green eyes. It summoned forth a wriggling sense of familiarity, but try as he might Emhyr could place a name to her face, or recall where he may have encountered her before.

Brushing aside the odd feeling, Emhyr lowered his own head a fraction, the muscles beneath his dark skin twitching in sudden anticipation. Her impish smirk was reflected on his own face, dark lips arcing skyward as he stared at her from behind sooty lashes, the tangled tresses of his tail flicking against his hocks. The unspoken message was clear: challenge accepted.

Darting forward, Emhyr moves to feign a nip to her cheek, teeth clacking on cold empty air before suddenly dropping his head - just enough to attempt a gentle, playful bite at her chest or shoulder - or really anywhere he might reach before she can slip away.