His attention wavered a few times during her little temper/estrogen enfuuled speech. He snorted and lashed his whipcord. He couldn't help but roll his eyes at a few points. He wondered what she was ranting about. He was not one to give pitty and he was never sensitive enough to tell a vixen that he met what he "thought of them". He rolled his ebony oculars again.

He let her finish and set a pause in play before he answered her. He knew that waiting would bother this mare. He knew because they were actually alot alike, only she took her emotions to the extreme, Glinting Dagger tried to keep in feeling on the down low. He opened his jaws and said, "Moriah wouldn't have come or stayed unless she wasn't satisfied. She isn't hard to please anyway. And as of right now, I see an absultly misguided, totally rude vixen in need of an attitude adjustment." He nodded and went to turn and walk away. He stopped his shanks from moving him forward and looked over his shoulder, he said, "You coming? My land is probably the place for that, hold your nose when we get there. You must get used to the scent of the Tar Pits." He grinned and started walking away.

"Maybe your just too dark. Or. Maybe I'm dark just because I have an abrasive attitude." He listened to her laugh. "Look, your laughing, step one." He picked up a canter, letting his creame banner fly out from behind him, he did not bother waiting for her.

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