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Post by Tiggs on Nov 13, 2011 19:51:11 GMT
The filly was a flighty one, and Talgarno took a respectful step back – as difficult as that was with another male in close proximity. He looked past the mottled filly to the greying yearling and shook his head, “Men are not a creature to get excited over, young colt,” he chided, “That attitude will surely get you captured.” He tried not to be too harsh, but it was clear the stallion was not impressed by the enthusiastic colt.
The young male seemed to lack respect, but Talgarno also knew the bush would teach him it soon enough, one way or another. With the filly between them, Talgarno reined in the impulsive urge to compete for her attention. The most basic of stallion instincts could not tolerate unrelated males, but this colt was young, and Talgarno was a relatively calm stallion. The filly did not need an immature stallion’s spat when she was clearly distressed.
Nickering, the mature stallion looked to her, keeping one ear on the colt, “Nor is there cause for such concern, dear filly. These men are herding their cattle; they are unlikely to worry with us. But the cautious path is always the safest. I am heading to higher ground if you wish to follow, the men would not trouble us there.”
Shifting his weight, the stallion tilted his head questioningly. He had not directed the invitation to the colt, but Talgarno was not a spiteful stallion. He would wish no brumby caught, fervent colt or otherwise. He might let the colt follow for a while, perhaps he could teach the young creature some common sense.
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