12-29-2015, 10:49 PM
He does not blame her for keeping her tail tucked and rump from his eyes as breeding season comes to a close; he physically desires her and does mentally as well, but he knows that after the briefness of the time they've known each other and the suddenness of the discovery of their new herdlands that it isn't quite right for them to start creating a new herd. They are not settled enough, yet, and he does not yet know all the secrets of the land they now inhabit; it is not safe enough for a child and he knows this, although his body ached to do as the season declared, he knows that they must wait to listen. So he does not push it, but he cannot help the soft nickers and gentle nudges he gives to her.
She does seem to like his choice of land and he appreciates this, for if she did not like it he would move them because her opinion of the land is important to him, especially because it may reflect how other mares view it as well. He knows it would be best for him to build a strong relationship with this mare first, for she deserves to be his lead, but he cannot help thinking about having a small band of mares and foals once again. But he is content to stay in their little area of the woods, especially since winter has fallen upon them and he is eager to explore.
He nickers at the mare, gently, and treads through the bit of snow to get to her, breath coming in clouds from his flared nostrils. He exchanges breath with her, briefly, enjoying the piney aspect to her scent ever since they had entered the forest; he tugs playfully at her mane and nibbles at her withers before bobbing his head towards the trees. He wants to explore, to see if there is a glade that they can reside in or a clearing they can return to when the grass returns, as well as find water near them. His instincts tell him to go for he is restless in this area, and he does not want to leave her alone.