Clyde
Clyde shook his head, "Protecter? Duh," He laughed at his kick, he spun around, kicking him in the jaw with his large powerful legs, he was a gypsy vanner, he could give a good kick once in a while. "Do you want to be beaten into the ground? No? Then you better leave," He threatened, spinning back around and rearing, beating the air with his front hooves. "I am the ffather of that foal!" He yelled, he would lie for anything to not loose a mare.