A griffin of all things? It may indeed seem slightly illogical for the grullo to want to share his mind with a monstrous feline-avian hybrid when he'd nearly been ripped into pieces by one, but the sheer beauty and raw power of the beasts hadn't been lost upon the young calf. "Griffins strong. Sharp claws, sharp beaks, sharp minds. Arakh and griffin could make fearsome duo." His eyes blaze with blue fire as he thinks of it - him, a griffin-master! Not to mention he'd be able to put the fear of God into Oizys with it, and that is always a bonus.

The filly's vulture takes to the skies, leaving Arakh alone with her once again. He stays perfectly still as she runs her horn across his forehead, the savage point dangerously close to cutting into an eye, or ripping through his skull and destroying him completely. A smirk rises from his lips and his tail arches as he remains still as a statue, until her horn hooks around his own bull ones and jerks him roughly closer. His eyes are darkened pits, his body feeling all sorts of things he shouldn't yet be feeling - shouldn't he be at least two before he starts seeing women in such a manner? He's so close he could touch her, now, and his lips extend to do just that, to taste the fur of her neck, her shoulder...

But before he can make contact, she's gone. The boy unleashes a loud whinny of displeasure, stomping a large forehoof and snorting his surprise at her sudden movement. It takes a second to realise that she's testing him, and that's when the smirk returns tenfold; if she wants to be chased, then she will be chased. He breaks into a gallop, his hooves thundering across the snow like the hammering beat of a war drum, but she's already got too much of a head start for him to be able to catch her on foot. So he unfurls his wings and launches into the sky, snatching at the air beneath his feathered appendages and flying; his concentration is paramount as he soars after her, determined not to let her get away.

For show, he summons two wolves of fire which pelt forwards until they're alongside the fleeing filly, leaving a trail of melted snow in their wake. They seek to nip their flaming jaws at her heels, trying to trip or slow her whilst their master catches up with her on wing - if she wants to play rough, then she will have her wish!