Oh. Whoops. Ah well...)
Devil waited for Breeze to leave, standing his ground. He knew thy had to start moving as he would have moved them already according to his normal schedule. But he wouldnt move. In a stand off like this, what mattered was who put the pressure, and who yielded. Devil was now putting pressure on Breeze, but Breeze would move before Devil moved away. It was a show of dominance, of standing. Devil was not about to lose. It irritated him, though. Mares usually gave one a sense of social standing. The fact that one with no mares was challenging him infuriated him no end. It just didnt work that way, and Devil had to show it. He wondered slightly if Breeze was born in the wild. If he was human raised, it would explain a lot. Human raised horses were weaker, less instinctual, less simple. Usually, it ended up in them being dull, and dying. They didnt care as much about instincts after all, and in the wild, instincts were what saved you.
Devil noticed how Rose was though, how she looked away. He felt like explaining to her now, but he couldnt, and wouldnt, focus his attention on something rather then the irritating piece of flesh in front of him. He wanted to tell her the sense in killing the thing. By killing it, he had thus warded off the other animals, made them think twice, which improved their safety. Also, if he had merely scared the animal, it would learn that as long as he was there, it couldnt attack. Which might turn out bad. What if one day he got sick, or his leg got injured? The animal would then strike immediately, as it knew he was weakened. And he would not let something hurt his herd. He exhaled in a loud snort, as he waited for Breeze's answer.




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