It is better to stand and fight.
If you run, you will only die tired.
Before their conversation could unfold, they were interrupted by another stallion. Sigurdr’s ears twitched in annoyance as he cast a sharp glance at the newcomer, who approached the girl with a familiarity that suggested prior acquaintance. His tail flicked irritably against his side as he let out a resigned sigh.
“We haven’t met yet. My name is Alioth,” the stallion introduced himself.
Sigurdr straightened up, regained his composure, and shifted his focus between the two.
"I’m Sigurdr," he replied, then turned his gaze to her with a friendly smile. He didn’t know much about the newcomer, but he could clearly smell the lagoon’s scent lingering on his coat. Sigurdr's eyes narrowed as he recognized the company this young stallion kept.
"So, when you’re not out chasing mares, you associate with murderers and thieves?" Sigurdr remarked bluntly to Alioth. His patience was wearing thin.
King of the Badlands
ICELANDIC X - SILVER GRULLO SABINO CHIMERA - 14.3 HH