It was like watching a soap opera that never seemed to come to a conclusion, boring and pointless as ever. The stag before him seemed to barely notice his presence at first and continued along his worn messed up circles in a state of complete disregard. Whatever this fellow had happened upon had definitely screwed up the neurological functioning of its brain to a point of no known return back to the present day. In a way he wasn't sure whether to feel sorry for the creature or be disgusted with it in all the drool and ataxic movement. His expression was likely one of confusion with the traces of disbelief, never had he come across someone acting so..so strangely. Whether it be intentional or not the other stallion was starting to give him the creeps.

In the same train of thought his original intention of training finally faded to grey as it became clear this poor sucker was not worth the time or effort. The decision was proven to be rather premature with the next turn of events to come. Silver orbs refocused from the rampant thoughts to the bay brute sensing a direct change in the behaviour he had walked in on. No longer did the creature wobble around aimlessly in circles but rather had turned to carry forth a straight line in his direction, well at least an attempt at a straight line. His immediate reaction was to lower his head aiming his horn at the oncoming mass and brace himself preparing for impact but something else seemed to catch his attention distracting him from the incoming danger. As his mind drifted to the left so did the rest of him, that little saying you need to look where you need to go well its true at least for where you wind up.

The silver blue egg crumbling before his eyes was enough to hold his attention for much longer than he would have liked. His heart contracted painfully as the feeling for loss threatened to consume him like a flood pulling him down into the depths in a matter of seconds. The only flicker of illusion that ripped him from the tricks emotion was the shimmering appearance of the damned boggart as it took on its natural form again. Harks shot back pinning themselves to the grey's neck as they became lost in the mass of hair covering this portion of flesh. In the same instant the nerves in his right shoulder scream loudly alerting him to the pain of impact caused by the instigator of the whole ordeal. Catching himself in the nick of time, he was thankfully able to avoid a trip into the snow underfoot. Anger and detest spread like wildfire through his veins lighting every nerve to immediate attention to respond at will.

Whipping his head forward with teeth bared he makes an attempt to grab a hold of the shapeshifter to teach it a lesson in the same motion as his body is thrown into a buck blindly striking out with his hind feet hoping to make contact with some part of the obnoxious bay stud. How dare they make a play at his inner most emotions like that! If he has anything to say about it they will pay for that trickery by the time he is done with them both.