
Page pinned her ears and slid to a stop, disliking that the male nipped she half reared and then nipped his nose "what you boys gonna do? Gain us all and then what? you can't all have us..." She hissed frowning "You may as well take what you can now.." She snorted, As much as she wanted Pride to win.. She doubted he would win, so she was trying to find the strongest male.. It was not a nice thing to do no, give up on your stallion, but if He did make it, then he'd get his mares back from whoever took them. Thinkign carefully she warned the stallion and then had the situation been better she would have laughed at Garry, no way would that colt keep her there. A 9 year old mare against some two year old? Blu was also older. She looked to Grim ears pinned back she sidestepped towards the filly warning him to leave the foal alone. Ears pinned she snorted and suddenly felt a pang of guilt. Was she going to lose her second stallion? while she was in foal with his foal? The same thing happened with Bolt, He was killed by lightning while she'd been pregnant with his foal... She sighed briefly having a strong feeling that Pride wouldn't win and she'd have to go through everything she went through with Triumph. Ears pinned she glared at Garry warning the young male that because he was young she wasn't afraid to leave a nasty mark on him if he even touched Blu or her foal. Ears pinned the mare looked back at blu shaking her head as if to say 'don't... there's no point..' And honestly.. there was no point, if Page ran, she'd be on her own, if she ran with Blu, Blu's foal would be killed.. If she stayed, Pride would lose? what was the choice.. there was none. Sighing she whinnied softly in worry to Pride apologizing to him before looking to Blu. Looking away, she felt like she let the herd down now. She hadn't, it was just that because she couldn't go flat out due to blu's foal, she hadn't managed to get the herd to saftey and so Grim had managed to catch up and stop them. Sighing she lowered her nose to the ground flaring her nostrils softly waiting for the fight to end.