Hoshor Plains [m]Begonia

She flicked an ear toward the stallion has he skirted the herd, keeping one eye toward him for a response. She grazed calmly, lifting her head and pricking both ears toward him momentarily as if to show willingness to volunteer.

She swished her tail, making it hiss like dry, wild grasses before it snapped against her own flank. She flirted, lifting her tail and allowing it to sway from side to side with each stride she took as she playfully walked away from him. 

There were no other stallions that she could see or smell- but she would make sure he earned the right to breed regardless.