Totem spoke a name, which briefly put Crowley in a state of confusion, before he managed to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Laise was the name of the silver bay's own pup of Hell, who was busy romping with Talbot. A soft chuckle escaped the brindle's lips, but before he could make much more of the conversation, he was cut off.

The buckskin mare speaks again, proclaiming it dangerous to take joy out of something she fancies. The Weaver himself found joy in taking the love out of one's life, so Crowley could have said something similar in retort, but he put the comment to rest before it could be anything more than an inkling in his mind.

Pulling his golden gaze away from Totem and then to the mare, whom he now knew as Angora, he resisted the urge to sneer. 'Ugly nake,' he hissed in the depths of his concious, before that trademark grin of his came slipping across his lips, creating a faux display of interest and pleasure in Angora's presence. What had happened to her simply walking away from them? For her, it would have been the best route, for beneath him, the brindle's hooves were rearing to make a move.

"Crowley," he replied, turning to face her more evenly as she extended her muzzle towards him. Inwardly, he flinched at the thought of touching any part of the buckskin, or any other creature that was at all like her. It was hard enough for Crowley to put his eyes upon her. So reaching his muzzle out, he waiting until the last possible moment, before pulling it back right before they could actually touch. Wretched creature.

She turned her attention upon Totem, then, allowing the brindle to breathe a sigh of relief. Though his relief is short lived, for moments later, something strange began to wash over him. The thumping of his heart seems to speed up, and looking upon Angora, there was a sensation of flustered heat coursing through him. It, however, was not brought on by the heat of the sun above. But if not the sun... what the Hell was it?

God of the Spark have mercy on his soul; Angora was beautiful. Of course, these were not the true feelings that Crowley felt towards the mare, but courtesy of her magic, things were different for now. Mindlessly, he stepped towards her, extending his muzzle and inhaling sharply, curious. Like Laise, Talbot could feel the horrendously different change in his bonded, and almost instantly his hackles were raised. With a growl he scampered after the bigger pup, lips curling back in a rather pathetic display of anger towards the buckskin stranger. Who was she, and what was she doing to their caretakers?