She had done just as he asked and he had kept his word. For the most part. The only thing he was unsure of was if he was truly going to let her go freely. If he did he figured he would need another body to keep his ruse warm in her steed. Or he could simply collect a few bodies. That would make him seem even more like a simple herd stallion.

He was not far from where she grazed. He was never far unless he left the Inlet completely so when trouble shifted the air, he knew. The stranger's scent carried on the breeze and it causes the hair on his back to stand up. He is upon them quickly with legs hurrying to their location.

There was a large greying young mare talking to his property. She was unknown to him and her size did not cause him any reverence. War springs into action instantly and shoves his smaller form in between the two of them with a vicious snarl. Teeth snap in the stranger's direction and he even attempts to drive her backwards away from his mare. Warwick takes slow steps towards the tall draft with teeth snapping at her chest each time.

No words leave his mouth, but wild eyes say everything that was needed. He was not the one to mess with today.