He hadn't expected the scene to unfold so quickly. Wanting to be apart of something also meant putting himself up for failure. That was clear with what happened next. It was pretty cool to see someone so scared of him though. A smirk of amusement dances on his lips as he watches the mare stumble frantically towards the large one that came to save her. His smile only fades when the little mare speaks.

"Oh, dear," He says softly. Then, as if on que, a young stallion appears to their aid. A smile of amusement returns to her face as the young stallion threatens him to go. "All this for me?" He says with a laugh. Of course he knew they were here for her. Why was she so special? The only reason he was here to bring her back was from Garmr. He had seen the Boss around this one before so scoring some brownie point would have been nice.

Again he is called a dog. "A dog? I'd say I'm a bit too angelic for that." He snarls. Unmatred coat. Clean with the color of pure snow. He didn't look like a creature from the swamp he was born and raised in. He actually spent a lot of time keeping this appearance up. Looking between the horses he let's a sigh escape. He wanted to be the hero here, but he wasn't stupid. He wasn't about to get his first unsavory mark for nothing.