Wapun Meadow that hurt like a buttcheek on a stick

Not soon after he had lowered his muzzle to drink the silence was shattered by a chuff of greeting. Not caring to respond immediately he continued to drink for a minute or two longer before raising his head to look at whoever had called out to him. It was a small female of mixed dark colorage, standing off a good distance away from him. Undecided on how he'd handle this stranger he simply nodded and chuffed back.

finally he supposed he'd move closer and engage in conversation, maybe he'd mock her a bit. See how she responded to teasing. "Hey, what's a small cute thing like yourself doing all alone?" He spoke with the right amount of obnoxious arrogance that he hoped would piss her right off.