Cheval de I'or

The golden stud danced in, tossing his head, whinnying with excitement, snorting he waited for a reply. stomping his hoof in annoyance. He whinnied once more, rearing, ears laid back, nostrils flared, smelling for danger. He landed, ears pricked, the spring/summer air filled him, deciding there was no close danger, he lowered his head, eating some grass, chewing he looked around, always watching. His tail flicked at his sides, their golden coat shone in the bright prairie. He snorted, picking more grass, chewing thoughtfully, Suddenly he up-righted himself snorting, were those human sounds in the distance. He snorted standing stock still, His coat was lighter then the grass, he snorted, awaiting their presence.

Hidden Shadows Pack

Avalon and Xena walked through the tall grass, bellies now full of a good meal. Following behind carefully came the pack.
As Avalon stopped abruptly and scanned the terra before them, his eyes happened to meet the golden horse. He neared it, being cautious with growls emitting by the dozen. His tail stood stiff as he stopped. His cold brown eyes gave mental notes as his tail raised high, drool dripping from his mouth. He sure wasn't going to attack this animal, but he would if the stud happened to threaten them. "Who are you!?" he shouted out. His eyes were fixed on the eyes of the horse, and never did they move. He waited for a reply.

Xena walked slowly behind her mate, her brown eyes glaring at this animal. Their three pups, Dusty, Radar, and Hydra, bounded after her, attacking her tail. She ignored their playing and and only glanced back at them, and the pack. They were hidden in the grass, not able to be seen. She waited for the answer, too. Her tail was high and stiff, and growls emitted from her throat. She started sniffing in the animal's scent.

Cheval de I'or

He snorted quietly, ears forwards, he inhaled deeply, his coat glittering. Cheval de I'or
He snorted, his words strong, his words deep, laced with french, though without a accent. He inhaled once more, their scents filling his airways, in canine aroma.
May I ask yours? He lifted a hoof carefully, awaiting their answers.