Hoshor Plains you can run on for a long time

he'd done nothing. mares congregated around him like flies to carcass; obviously, since he was a pillar of health and male, and—

but. he'd done nothing.

the other stallion arrived on scene and lunged, teeth bared. the whites of his eyes showing, kinya moved forward to meet the challenge, rearing up slightly, hooves flailing in his attempt to beat the man back.

he wasn't looking to take charge of this harem. as lovely as they were, he didn't have the reputation or muscle to hold them.

self-preservation was the only goal.