The forward nature of the new mare triggered an odd response within Azzuen. He was not sure how to take it – Cassiopeia was his beloved, and he simply did not see any other mares (or stallions, for that matter) in that light. It simply wasn’t in him. Though his smile never faltered, it did grow slightly smaller, posed more as a charming, friendly offering than potentially being misread as anything deeper. The arrival of Kri earned a warm wuffle to rumble forth from his throat, he had noticed that she was slowly warming up to him – and he, her – as their interactions grew. For him, it was a bit simpler, for he held faith in his brother’s faith – Voltaic had thought Kri worthy of trusting, and so with not much more than that, Azzuen had, too.

The sharp words thrown back and forth between the mares did nothing to settle the stallion. That smile grew smaller, and he wasn’t sure if he would need to use his skills as a warrior to keep them from throttling each other – rather, to keep Kri from exerting her dominance on the newcomer. Though he knew most any mare could hold their own, this Sasha was indeed still a newcomer, he had more of an idea of what Kri was capable of, and his allegiance was primarily with her, and the herd. Shaking his head a fraction, he tossed a pleading gaze to Onni, shifting his bulk with a purpose ruffle of his wings to shuffle slightly closer to her, amusement flickering in his eyes as he looked at her little companion.

“Let’s not allow the heat to boil our tempers; I know I would like to learn more about the Dragon’s Throat newest member.” His voice wasn’t chiding, or angry, just softly spoken with deep, rich tones, stating facts with a kind expression upon his façade. He didn’t mind the flirting, but he could not honestly bring himself to return it; he was a simple stallion, capable of loving only one other at a time, even if the crime was just playful flirtatious actions, he was unable to do it. No, Azzuen was General here, and to his herd, only when he was off patrol, spending time with his family, did his guard lower. Every so often, his eyes would roam the surroundings, his ears constantly swivelling for any unusual occurrences – but then, maybe the danger was closer than he was looking.