11-22-2015, 08:33 AM
He almost didn't notice the stallion approach, he was focused on this mare - and focused on making her keep her distance. He would be a liar if he said the stallion's words didn't startle him. Ears pinned back briefly to show discomfort, he turned, noting the wings with thinly veiled surprise. This land was far stranger than he could've ever imagined, but he found he was less wound with the stallion in his presence. Odd.
But nonetheless, it was obvious the stallion had heard the tail end of their conversation, and he was not one to ignore. "Hurricane." He used the name as a greeting of its own, another glance over the stallion telling him the name seemed to fit him well, just as the name for the mare fit her boldness - very few mares he knew would happily approach an unfamiliar stallion. As did the bluntness of his question. Already he found himself noting the stallion's character, and how it seemed rather stoic as a whole. Strange that he would find himself more inclined to be in the stallion's presence; if the mare, Estonia, had been his, however, he knew he would be at the other stallion's throat in minutes. Such a strange character he is.
But Hurricane had, in fact, assumed correctly. Perhaps he seemed lost, but he would dwell on that later. "I am, in fact." He was curious as to what this stallion had to offer him. Perhaps it would suit him better, to leave with the stallion and not the mare. Speaking of, he glanced over to her, adjusting himself to see them both. Proud as he could be, this was unfamiliar territory, and he didn't like to play the fool. "I can presume you were to ask the same of me."