It was taking a lot of effort for him to be calm when what he really wanted to do at that moment was tear something apart. He couldn't do anything to her, but that didn't mean he couldn't shift back and kick down the walls of an unoccupied stall. Ivarr didn't care if they made him pay for damages or made him rebuild it or both. He was furious. "You think your little sob story matters to me?" He snorted, nostrils flaring. "You lied to me." It almost felt like a form of betrayal, when he thought back on it. "I invited you to my river, we drank and talked together and I told you from the start what I am. You couldn't think to extend the same courtesy to me? You lied to my face!" His voice kept raising in volume on the last few words until he was shouting.
Needing to vent some energy, he started pacing around the stall, hands balled into fists. "Every single horse in here has asked to be under my protection, to be in the herd. It isn't much, it isn't freedom in the truest sense, but it's still a herd. You can't just come rambling in here without asking."