Clint heard a Stallion reply and her tossed his head, wondering if he should go down and see what the situation was. Wanting to state his authority, he snorted loudly, the sound echoing off the rocks.
Clint stoop up on the Rocks. He looked down at the Grulla stallion with the fluffeh mane. "And who are you? My name's Clint, I'm the Stallion of these high Mountains." He raised his head, jumping down from the rocks to stand infront of the stallion. Clint was taller, but in a sleek, slender build.
Nova watched him wearily as he headed up the mountain to confront this new stallion. She moved a bit towards King, climbing to a slightly higher platform but not all the way at the top. She just wanted to make sure he wouldn't get injured by the stallion.