Well, the encounter had started off as reasonably pleasant but apparently the stallion's expectations for the female had been too high. She was more inclined to those who were submissive and perfectly happy to bow to her whims, to treat her like a queen and to indulge her...he could only assume this was due to her upbringing and not necessarily due to a birthrite of any sort.
Such a shame really, she seemed like she had such potential.
Nevertheless, arching his neck in an attempt to give it a light stretch the stallion continued to navigate his way through the forest with sufficient ease, well aware of where each snag lay by now that he could dodge them fluidly and thus, could move at sufficient speed regardless of what he wore.
Another few minutes and a few hundred more steps and he would soon find himself on a clearing - it was a pity she hadn't followed him, she could have escaped the forest by now if she had possessed any ounce of intelligence.
...Apparently not.
