~Defender of the Toklat~ (Tall Grass Prairie)

Despite his posturing, the foe hadn't unveiled themselves yet. A surreptitious glance was cast back behind him with the faintest tilt of his head to see if the mares were watching, before he focused anew on the patch of green.

"This is your last warning." He called out, his voices climbing into trumpeting range. An ear swiveled back, listening to Silver admonish and corral Delphine. Enyos turned subtly, so that the ladies could see his profile a little better as he beat his hooves once more into the ground and tore out a chunk of dirt and grass, "Alright, you leave me with no option!" The stallion arched his deeply tanned neck and snorted, then tore into a sudden charge at the oat grass...