One would think he's done enough damage this season. One would think. He wasn't done as he swims from Tinuvel to the main island. It was as he reaches the far edge of the mountains that the sky rumbles. A grin spread across his lips as icy eyes lift to the sky. Any mare he might find in a storm was one worth getting to know. At least it would seem this way. His eyes return to the path in front of him as he travels across the winding path beside the tall mountain side.
He continues to the falls where he crosses through to make it to the commons. All the while the sky begins to darken and the sky continues to thunder overhead. At first the thunder disguised the sound of her hoof beats, but then he sees the blanketed mare running across the open field. His legs were already picking up speed when she nickers. Ears perk forward as he runs with a puff of his muscled chest. She may not know it, but she has invited him to play a dangerous game.
As he draws near he nickers to let her know she has drawn his attention. His pony legs crash onto the grass to catch up, beat the incoming rain, as his eyes as focused on her hind end. His lips reach out just enough, maybe, to place a nip on her rump. A game of chase all the way back to her new home would be a fun game to play.