As he watched her flanks sway with each step, Anon bit his lip. The need for some amorous action with a mare was growing stronger every day within him, and though he was a man with plenty of patience, even he was beginning to waver. He could always try swooning one of his friends, but the chance of losing them as a companion if things went wrong was enough to deter him. Despite being too much of a coward to make a move on any of his friends, he was fairly certain he was reaching his breaking point. The risk was looking more worthwhile every day, and maybe, just maybe, he might have to simply jump the shark and shoot his shot with somepony.