Something primitive and feral coiled in his chest and gut as the bay mare flew to face him head-on. The grullo relished the zing of adrenaline that had spouted from that flurry of movement. It pleased something twisted inside him to watch her ears flatten and her teeth made bare in the dark night. 'You,' she shouted, his eyes shimmering with anticipation upon heating the venom in the bay's voice. "Me.." he purred, the thrum of his voice in his chest matching the tingle of adrenaline in his veins.
Just when things were getting good, they were interrupted. Another mare's voice curled around them, echoing softly in the dark forest. For once, Tribulation was surprised enough that he didn't catch the first thing she said. Then, 'Not another Lagoon brute out for a prisoner I hope?' These Peak ladies didn't know when to butt out. He could only assume, after all, that the intruding mare is from the mountain, else she led a herd on one of the other islands. She smacks of wind-worn rock, her scent wafting to him in the wake of her arrival.
'Surely he won’t forget his place again?' Tribulation rolled his mismatched eyes at the comment and the dark mare's offer for the bay to scar him, as if they could get close enough to touch him without risk of returning blow. 'I think that's exactly what he intended,' piped up the little bay. His budding smile twisted into a jibing sneer before settling into a smirk. "Ladies," the tovero mused, "if you want a taste, you just have to ask." The heavy silver and onyx of his eyes fell squarely on the bay mare, ignoring the fact that he'd been foiled again. "Who knows? You might like it."