Anari tittered softly, like a young mare meeting some tall, dark stallion with a close lip, and kept close to his own travel companion. "I shall have to ensure it keeps that way, then, sha'n't I?" He hummed as he led the strange, beautiful mare to what he had dubbed 'his' stable, although it was technically just one of the same stalls all the other Azrein slept in, with fresh hay in the back for a bed, and a little basket of apples by the door, which latched on a rope for easy opening on either side by Azrein and Two-legger alike. He seemed unbothered, though, when his two-legger failed to make an appearance the evening. It meant, after all, that he had Ozell's attention all to himself, and he liked things that way.