He pinned his ears momentarily, allowing great sunlight to cast upon him, and his silver eyes wavered. "Greetings?" He bore, a gruff voice erupting from his throat. His still figure faltered a bit, and he used a great foreleg to scrape at the mossy earth beneath his ivory hooves. "Might you be seeking company, I see?" The dark-pelted male spoke again, unhinging a great jaw.
It seemed as if the female (Africa) did not think much of his questionable presence. It seemed almost normal to her. Cocking his frame, Skells took a step towards her, perking his lobes towards the mare. Unaware of her advances, he continued with a curious flicker in his pupil.