Astarot watches the young tiny mare as she grins up at him. He can't help but study just how small she really is. Testosterone floods his body and he fights a smile as an image of himself trying to mount such a petite creature. It was strange for him to have such a thought, but he was growing and his body was changing. The young man listened to her words, and stored her name away for later use. He glances up at the raptor wondering how Zafir would feel about a bird. She had never come face to face with a companion in the shape of her prey. She liked a challenge when it came to food and predator birds were a favorite.

His eyes turned back to the snowy mare. Her words made sense, but her speech seemed rehearsed.His brow creased slightly, before she could continue her words and confirm his ideas a sound caught their attention. A familiar form hurtled through the woods. Foam coated her sides along with all kinds of other debris. He tensed ready to step in if this wasn't a friendly reunion. Sensing his mood Zafir let out a shriek and raced back to her equine. She threw scaly form down on his broad bone marked back head swaying fangs bared slightly.

To their relive Oizy embraced the dainty mare dwarfing her like he had imagined himself doing; only not the way he had envisioned. Quietly the stud steps back giving the pair some room. He turns his eyes back to the falcon above them trying to give them space without just leaving; that would be rude. When a lull takes hold he shifts his attention back to the mares. He notices the steely girl's eyes on him and he nods softly. Zafir watches the bird watching them. Her chest swells and she ruffles her wings, daring the feathery meal to try something. She was a dragon, the mightiest predator in the sky and she was not afraid to reassure it of that.

Oizy offers her home to the girl and he smiles softly. He wouldn't do that to the mare, if they were such good friends, it would have been worthless anyway. Before he can bow out another appears. This one sets his teeth on edge. Zafir's long neck whipped around as a hiss slipped from her lips. He had a strange leather thing that was holding his manhood. His brows gathered and something dark flashed over his features. He watches the stallion stand tall without bowing his head. Slowly, hoping not to draw attention to himself, he stands at his full height. He takes pride in being taller than the other male.

'Guess I did get something from Apa.' Zafir watches the stallion closely the bird all but forgotten. He seemed the larger threat to them. Frosty mist puffed from her muzzle as she bared her fangs at him. They could both see he was trying not to appear threatening, but something seemed off about him. Astarot realize he hadn't given his name, and he decided not to press for it. Giving a name, even a fake one was a sign of character. In his mind, if one wasn't offered the other could not be trusted. It seemed like they were hiding something when they didn't give any information.
---------------------------------------------------
Talk
Words;; 557
OOC/Tags;; @Oizy