His head would have snapped up, pupils shrinking to mere pinpricks of darkness in terrified, copper irises. His ears would have fallen flat, and he would have felt his heart rate spike, adrenaline racing as Anxiety kicked in, screeching in alarm and ringing the warning bells as loudly as he could. He would have had a million thoughts flowing through his mind in a single instant, time seeming to slow down as he reared, swiping his hooves in defense against being caught.
He would have been unable to think of anything other than that he had been caught in a place he didn't belong, and surely this stranger must be here to punish him for that.
Unfortunately, he was eating at the time.
So it wasn't quite normal circumstances.
Oh, his head did snap up, sure, the man having been far too single-mindedly invested in his feast to notice the woman's approach (something that seemed to be happening a lot lately, he usually prided himself on maintaining awareness of his surroundings, but lately he hadn't been so fortunate), and his ears did fall back as his pupils shrunk. His mind did begin to kick the gears of panic into action, and the first few thoughts began to trickle through his mind as his heart rate began to pick up.
Then he tried to suck a breath in.
Unfortunately, he still had a mouthful of grass at the time.
The end result of this was his panicked reaction being suddenly overridden by the rest of his body's more important realization that he now had grass obstructing his airway, and that needed to be cleared far more than he needed to fret over the woman's presence. The man completely forgot about the stranger's presence, instead coughing the air in his lungs out as hard as he could, half-chewed grass blades fluttering from his lips in his wracking coughs.
Auru's head dropped, the man unable to stop the fit as coughed out everything he had in his mouth, body sucking in air only to continue the coughing fit, tear's pricking his eyes as he seemed to be unable to get a good breath, lungs only taking in the bare minimum before returning him to his heaving. Even as he had everything cleared out of his throat, his brain convinced him that there was something still there, not wanting his body to stop in case there was still something caught, so that he didn't run the risk of choking again.
It took him more than a few moments to get himself under control, managing a few deep breaths but still being interrupted by lighter coughs, not fully stopped but no longer the desperate fit of before. He managed to tilt his head up, looking up at the unknown woman through watering eyes, still coughing, but nowhere near as bad as mere moments before.
@Cyrene
OOC: I guess you could say he... choked on his introduction.
