Of course. A guy can't ever get some peace and quiet, can he? Although, now that you take a deep breath and actually pay attention, it smells like you might have wandered a little too close to somebody's home. Who the hell lives up in a frozen wasteland anyways? You shake your head and eye the rabicano that comes from the other direction with suspicion. It's not necessarily that you have anything against him, but if this is in fact a herd and and he is a member of it... well, you know what you prefer to do to those who wander unwelcomed into your border.

Your border. It will be someday.

As the strange continues to approach you stop moving forward, frowning that you should be deprived your moment of curiosity. The hulking metal beast standing off in the distance will have to wait, for now, as it wouldn't do to push past the viking that approaches (although you're more than certain you could do it, if need be). Instead, you dig your hooves into the icy ground for support, head held just a hair too high and turned just slightly to the side. The whites of your eyes show for no particular reason other than you are mildly intoxicated. Indeed, if he has sensed there is something off about you then he isn't wrong. Only Snowflake seems to think that you're a normal horse but then... she's probably got some mental issues of her own.

As he calls out to you, your first instinct is to hurl some sort of insult his way. You've found that's almost always the best way to get others to leave you alone, anyways. Nobody wants to hang out with a crotchety Shire. Your second instinct is to just turn around and walk away but your curiosity refuses you this luxury. You decide on something uniquely... you. “Might've looked nice here before you parked that thing's ass in the snow.” A small toss of your nose indicates which thing you're speaking of. The mechanical horse. You try to keep the disdain from your voice and the insult as subtle as can be. It seems more than certain that you'll never get any better at this making friends thing.

Trying her best to keep you from getting your ass kicked the moment you barge into this unknown land, your rather annoying companion decides now is the time for comic relief. She is little more than a faint black wisp as she zooms through the air to be beside you, floating next to your face. It takes her only a moment to morph into a very good replica, in miniature, of the mechanical horse. Of course, her miniature then proceeds to crumble and crack, falling to pieces and ending in a pile of rubble. It's a good image, if fleeting, for a bite of your teeth towards her sends the boggart flicking back to wispy safety high above your head. You grunt your displeasure before returning your glassy gaze back to the rabicano, watchfully cautious of any movements he might make.

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