08-22-2016, 02:02 PM
She speaks quickly, but he understands. "Pot," he repeats. "Pot."
Satisfied, he nods his head. "I'm Njenyi."
He returns her nuzzle with a press of his broad cheek to her withers. There is a bit of twig tangled in her mane and he pulls is out with a tug of his teeth. He doesn't know what she is thinking or that she dislikes his desire for other mares. Njenyi is a simple herd stallion. He will always be happiest with a herd full of mares, pregnant or with a child of his siring by their sides. A mothering mare is a happy mare, and he nudges curiously at Pot's belly. There's no way he will feel a foal - they had only mated a few hours earlier - but he is proud and wants Pot of Cream to know it too.
Satisfied, he nods his head. "I'm Njenyi."
He returns her nuzzle with a press of his broad cheek to her withers. There is a bit of twig tangled in her mane and he pulls is out with a tug of his teeth. He doesn't know what she is thinking or that she dislikes his desire for other mares. Njenyi is a simple herd stallion. He will always be happiest with a herd full of mares, pregnant or with a child of his siring by their sides. A mothering mare is a happy mare, and he nudges curiously at Pot's belly. There's no way he will feel a foal - they had only mated a few hours earlier - but he is proud and wants Pot of Cream to know it too.