(Sorreh, busy day.)
Spitfire lowered his head lazily as the foal spoke, his ears in a relaxed position on his head. Suddenly, the brushing grass and growling made him jerk his head up alertly. Immediately his ears pinned against his head and he arched his neck, snorting defensively as the mountain lion faced off with Mishka. "Oh quit playing around with it." He snorted, moving over to her side. His glare focused on the big feline, he pawed at the ground with his forehoof in one last warning display, as the lion clearly didn't take much notice to Mishka's. The mountain lion hissed and lashed out with its clawed paw, defending itself as it attempted to slink around the two horses. Spitfire flared his nostrils and reared up high, pawing the air with his hooves and letting out a squeal. He brought his hooves down hard just in front of the cougar, forcing it to scramble back to avoid being crushed. The stallion let out another neigh, rearing back up quickly, his hooves lashing out at the cat's head. Letting out a threatening snort, he mock charged towards it, sending the cougar stumbling backwards in surprise. Spitfire lashed at it with his forehooves once more with a defensive neigh. The mountain lion pinned its ears and hissed back at the herd, before slinking away into the woods discouraged and angry.