The skin of the human form dried quickly, it being, for the most part, hairless. Ivarr had been using the man form more often in the last 100 years, but he still hadn't gotten used to not having a proper coat covering his entire body. The hair on his head was the same color as his horse form, black, and that remained dripping wet, bits of seaweed stuck throughout the inky dark, nearing shoulder length hair. He sat on the riverside stone, looking at his leftovers, so he noticed right away when an exotic looking cobra came slithering toward his territory.
Ivarr sprang to his feet, rising to his full height of 6'3". Having just been a horse, he instinctively wanted to use that body language. Ears flattening against his skull, tail wringing, hooves stamping at the ground. Although his human ears were abnormally large, they wouldn't move, and he let out a frustrated, equine snort from his nose just in time for the snake to turn into a woman. His slanted cat-like eyes widened slightly at the sight, his muscles coiled tight, prepared for anything.
It turned out all that the stranger seemed to want were his leftovers. Ivarr shrugged broad shoulders, then shook his head. "It would save them from having to clean those up later," he answered in a thick Scottish accent. Inevitably, there would be much more throughout the course of the Wild Hunt, slopping up the riverbank. "I never developed a taste for entrails." No respectable Kelpie had. He eyed her curiously, wondering if she would eat as a human or as a snake. Either way, he didn't plan on going anywhere. The river was his place and he appreciated that she had thought to ask him first. There were plenty of others that would have rudely tried to take from him without a second thought.