Boli trotted next to the mare now, falling back. He did not know the terra well himself, but he could learn quickly. He would not let this disadvantage show, if he could help it, for he was strong. He scanned the grass for tufts that look suitable for resting, so he could suggest the mare rest. He would prove he could watch over her, and he supposed she did look quite tired.
His cool and calculating gaze was unused to the refinements of mares, but he assumed from her mannerism that this mare seemed tougher than most. He liked the iciness that was created between them, deriving them both from the same chilling element.
He arched his neck and trotted a few more steps before halting. "Shall we rest here?" he inquired, prepared for either a forward response or a submittance for himself to make the decision. His threads brushed against her neck, and he hoped it provided her with a degree of comfort, or what he imagined might be a mirrored spark of passion. The excitement, though serious and almost cold, of having a femme on the terra affected him like a blaze to wood.

Boli was eager to start his new harem, and eager to go in search of new mares, but even more he wanted to make sure this femme was comfortable in her new home, so she would stay. He did not want her to leave, and he preferred not having to use force to keep her.

Despite his coldness, he still thought he'd make a fair and just leader, for he did care about other creatures, and he could make decisions. He also had the might to back up his word. His decision would be word.

He snatched some grass between his kissers and then looked for some of the prime bites in the ground. The best he saw he pointed to with his maw, to show the femme he wanted her to take it. His countenance was sly, for he heard her words, and realized she was soft, and delicate, more than the iron will she had first appeared. He smiled knowingly, and let his guard down ever so much to show he really did care for the fate of her.

He wondered if she would talk about herself, but both parties seemed tight lipped in this case. He supposed he would wait, or be the first to speak. His words were not always of eloquence, but they were deep and meaningful. He let the breeze blow his tassels about as he considered what he would state.

His bay peltage shimmered with life, and his orbs shown with great impenetrability. He still had much to learn about the land and it's near residents, and how he could best defend it. None of this was of immediate consequence, though, for he now would speak to the mare.

"You may call me Boli, if you wish," he said, his face smiling, but his occuli serious and as steely as ever. His words, though simple, sang like the ocean as his gaze revered the beautiful mare at his fore.