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It does not take long for someone to join her in her mad dash across the Commons, though she is surprised at the sight of him. Wynn's interactions with most stallions had been very few and very far between, with largely family serving as her examples of how a stallion should behave and look. This stranger was just as rugged as Raegar, perhaps, but loudly spotted like herself. She almost slowed for conversation, but when she realized he was joining her chase, she only dug more deeply into the ground with a broad grin.

He gained speed to race along at her side, and she did the same, digging deep into the soil to lengthen her stride for the pure enjoyment of feeling her bunches bunch and extend beneath her hide. The sudden nip of his teeth against her haunch was not expected but Wynn was not the sort of creature to take offense. Nor was she the sort to let it slide, either, and so her dark heels lifted in response to lash out toward him mid-stride.

The adjustment cost her speed, however, and she found their shoulders drawing closer. She switched tactics abruptly, seeking to push her shoulder against him the way she used to do against her father, back when they'd spent their days racing across the Badlands in play. The spotted girl kept her head angled away, though her ears remained tipped toward him, and a smirk remained on her freckled lips.

Wynn didn't have any real desire to oppose him. As far as she was concerned, he was as good as any other stranger. Perhaps even better, given that he had been brought to her by the storm itself. Wynn also didn't have any desire to let him walk all over her either. Bolstered by his proximity and the way it made her feel exhilarated, she threw another buck into the mix, lifting into the air with a delighted laugh.