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Thick black mane stuck rather unpleasantly to aa grey face and neck, wisps that had escaped their clasps causing skin to twitch in agitation.
The only thought that ran through Syons mind was that is was hot.

The sun was high in the sky, bearing down on anything caught outside the protective shade of the forest, humidity hanging like a wet blanket across the small meadow. Unfortunately, he was included in with this group of creatures and had taken to watching the sky as he moved across the meadow, willing nonexistent clouds to dampen the suns rays if even a little.

His only concession was the fact that the meadow was both soquili and two legger free. His temper already spiked from the heat, he could almost imagine feeling sorry for anything that crossed his path in the afternoon heat. He grinned at that, fangs clipping his lips, causing a bead of blood to dribble slowly down before dropping the ground.

He couldn't cut the sigh of relief that escaped him as the forest edge drew nearer, his pace picking up a bit, thankful to get out from the full force of the afternoon sun.

Syon almost couldn't bite back the groan of irritation at seeing the red and grey mare laying not far from where he himself was heading. His eyes narrowing slightly that said mare had the gaul to not turn, to not acknowledge his presence in the field. And the fleeting thought that he even wanted them too simply irritated him further, huffing air through his nose.

Stepping rather heavily forward, dried grass crunching even louder beneath his hooves as he made to walk completely past the mare.

He stopped at the sound of disapproval that left the soquilis throat. Rounding on the mare rather abruptly he snapped his fangs, demanding attention that he was more than not likely to brush off once obtained.

Syon shifted his weight, glancing over the mare before snorting. "No." he replied simply, with nothing but the intention of walking away. Of brushing off the mare that, for the first time since entering the soquili lands, had not attempted to stick like a lost foal to his side.

Lulling into silence, Syon studied the other, eyes squinting down at the grey mare as she shifted the - what looked to be - heavy metal about her neck. Somehow, the simple fact that she hadn't lavished such obnoxious attentions on him irritated him the most. And that thought only served to further pique his temper.

"Yes," he rectified his previous answer to the soquilis simple question, "What is your name?" he asked firmly, leaving no room for rejection to his question. he briefly humored the idea of lowering himself to her level along the ground, but a quick glance further into the forest halted him. He wouldn't be here much longer. Even the idea of sating his curiosity in this mare was dampened by the need to travel further into the much cooler forest cover.