Dour performed one spectacular leap-straight-up-and-backwards maneuver when Hazel appeared in his line-of-vision. Landing, he snorted, his tail lashing. Still, he didn't speak.
"You're one hilarious stallion," she said, pressing down the smile that kept threatening to appear, wide and bright, across her muzzle.
"It kinda happens, Titan. Yes, I and probably Ash, Analiya and Black Ice are ready to mate again," Dusky said. "You're busy, so I'll wait." Dusky was afraid she'd go flouncing off again should her readiness peak again.
Dour was ready to bite his tail off if he could reach it. Persistent mares and instincts were hard to suppress. Breaking away, he broke into a gallop, whinnying for his herd to do the same.
"Nah," he grumbled. "Lookit. The coward ain't makin' a move." He moved to Dusky, and, wasting no time, reared and mounted her.
Annalise looked back, but kept the herd at a trot.
Dusky smiled inwardly and stood still. Though she couldn't help those instances when her brain told her to wander, to get away, she had grown to love her position as Titan's favorite. "I do love you, Titan," she whispered.
(Dour has enough, and I'm saying that because he actually has enough)
