The red roan colt could not help but smirk as the Ebony white splashed stallion let loose a deep laugh. His muti hued eyes never left the larger stallions. Cowboy knew he was not really prepared to fight the stallion, he had never been in a real fight, but the gods knew he would try. Even being from another land his heard had worshiped the Goddess that ruled over the moon and he would follow the Moon Goddess until he died. The two males gazed at each other as the silence stretched on. To him the older male's accent was strange; almost everyone from his heard had the same draw that Cowboy bore.

He pricked his ears to carefully catch each word. Like a child might hunter butterflies with a net, he examined the tone behind the words. Slowly he raised his head back up, standing in his proud but relaxed manner. he allowed his orbs to look closer at the stallion. He took in the sharp spiral horn, admiring the deadly intention behind it. The colt had never watched another die, but he had seen death, as well as horses that had been on it's door step. He had seen blood after wolves attacked a heard stallion. Cowboy had not shied from the sight. He had not been frightened or intrigued, just numb to the gore.

His dark chestnut cranium lifted higher chin sticking out stubbornly as he gazed into the stranger's crimson eyes. Was he seeing what he thought he was there? He kept his stance proud, yet relaxed showing the true Cowboy. Once again the stallion's words interested the young colt. 'Nato.' He repeated silently to himself, storing the name away carefully. He bristled slightly as Nato implicated he had been prancing. 'Helovia, what a strange name.' He stood his ground while the much larger stallion lowered his spiked head level with his.

Tiny nostrils quivered drawing in Nato's strange scent memorizing it; carefully attaching it to his name and image. The words of safety and warmth peaked his interest. He had not been expecting the stallion's invitation to go home with him. Cowboy studied him warily his tiny head tilting. He waited before replying making sure not to interrupt the stallion. He wondered if there was other his age there. Nato smiled and seemed friendly enough. He shrugged inwardly and let his foal voice roll from his tongue, "It's a pleasure Mister Nato." He paused gathering his thoughts silently before continuing, "I accept your offer, and will follow you back." Cowboy watched him once more ready to follow him home, to the edge.

"Speech"'Thoughts'
Tag;; @[Nato]
Word Count;; 473
OOC:; That's ok ^^ Can you please start a new thread for them in the Edge?