Northstar Vale he is you

Narcissus was still as he awaited the returning call of his kin. The chill damp from his wet coat made him yearn to shake it out; after only a minute of resistance, he gave way to this urge, and let droplets fly. His coat took on a savage aspect, his mane prickled into well-formed spikes by the force of his shake. He was still wet, and the wind was still cold as it blew past him, but he felt better for shaking himself. Even the briskest day of winter could not deter Narcissus L'amour from grooming himself in the sea, or in lieu of that, a calm river.

Xi'nuata, the auburn-cloaked female from the borders, was prompt in answering his summons. She came from the edge of the wood, catching his eye even as her flank pressed against a tree and lingered. She beguiled him, in part because of her strange two-toned eyes and in part because of her coat, a pattern unusual to him. Narcissus allowed himself a momentary holding of her gaze before he felt it necessary to reveal his intentions. "A herd has come through here," he said, with a charming grin. So far, he had not been up to his normal trickery. Soon... But not today. "Care to join me?"

Without letting her answer, he purred out his own response in her stead: "why, Narcissus, such a kind and noble gesture! Allow me to run with you this day!" With a cheeky smile and a glimmer of mischief in his eye, the L'amour jester obliged her with an amiable wave of his tail. In all things, he was good-natured; it was nothing but a little game that he hoped she would not find offensive. "Well, that's settled then! Shall we?"