He pauses as she pauses, taking the brief opportunity to look her over again. She is, as he’s already noted, a relatively young thing - only slightly younger than Zayn himself. Perhaps this is where her interest in him comes from - youth and naivety. Most of the mares that have rejected him have been far older than himself, and the two that have shown interest (Raincloud and this roan) far closer to his own age. Perhaps they are simply too new to the ways of the world to recognize him for the predator he is (or at least, the predator he considers himself to be). Whatever the reason though, it certainly is working in his favour.
She giggles at his playful attack, and he grins in return. “Well you are quite lucky then, for I like it as well …” He is amused when she chases her, and pleased when she decides to relent (at least for now) in her game of cat and mouse. “Well it’s certainly a pleasure to meet you Koda.” A pleasure indeed. He’d been lucky to find her in the field. He’ll be glad to add her to his little herd … even more glad if she gives him sons like the other mares in his herd. He wouldn’t even mind daughters.
But he’s reaching the end of his patience for her game. He wants confirmation that she is officially is - he doesn’t want to spend too much time playing around and risk some other stallion swooping in and attempting to carry her off. “Well Koda, what do you say? Shall we get out of here so I can introduce you to your new home?”
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