Phoenix Maplewood just observe

Arion snorted and flashed her his trademark smirk. "Whatever helps you sleep at night," his honey golden gaze twinkled in amusement and he shook his proud chocolate crown, various thoughts passing through his head as he walked. The chocolate Greek hadn't been lying when he claimed to quicker and much more agile than the Amazon, he wasn't named after the horse that was so fast he could run over the sea for no reason. The brown furred female, on the other hand was covered in thick fur and while saying she was 'fat' might be going too far, she didn't seem the type to be able to outrun him.

Arion's features contorted into a grimace when she asked him if he was afraid she would corner him and sit on him. "I'll be too fast for someone like you to catch," he retorted with a playful shove. He didn't know if she minded him pushing her nor did he care what she thought. After all, the chocolate stallion did what he wanted to do whenever he wanted to do it and no one would be able to change that no matter what.

"Catch a deer yourself if this doesn't sate some of your appetite," he told her. "I've been nice enough to catch you something and not eat it yourself, the least you could do is thank me for exerting physical energy to feed your sorry hide." Arion watched as she snapped the squirrel in half and tossed the head and limbs to him. He raised his eyebrows in confusion for a moment, before he dipped his head and demolished the rest of the flesh, licking his muzzle clean of blood when he was done. "Arion," the Greek replied after debating whether or not to use his 'official' given name.

"Be patient," Arion said in a condescending tone, lifting his nose as he did so. The stallion stopped in his steps, inhaled the air, swiveled his ears and looked around before he took a sharp turn to the left, weaved his way around the trees and arrived at an average sized stream. Arion cast his gaze away from the river to her and smiled, "Big enough for Your Fatness?"