Not awkward at all [private]

Tori's hooves echoed as he clopped his way up one of the winding paths that riddled the Riddle Mountains. It wasn't uncommon for the stallion to be out and about - although he was usually only out and about because he was secretly looking for a novel way to get high - but this wasn't his habitual wandering ground. Today he had just wanted to get away, to think for a while. He wasn't in the mood to let things go hazy, and he couldn't think of anywhere else that could truly guarantee that he'd be alone. The mountains, with their daunting peaks and many mysteries, were his only escape. But as Tori padded along, raindrops began to fall, darkening spots of his grullo coat with their wetness. At first, he shrugged it off, thinking that it was nothing more than a light summer shower. When the rain began to fall in earnest, however, he took more notice of the storm, realizing that a bank of dark clouds was rolling in, and that it was going to be a doozy of a storm. Cursing under his breath, the dun horse began searching out somewhere to hide. It didn't have to be much, just enough that he could shelter from the storm. As the first rumble of thunder pealed across the mountain, Tori rounded a bend and found the answer to his searching: a shallow cave set into the side of the mountain wall. It was small, but it would provide plenty of space for one horse to shelter out a cloudburst.

With the rain drumming in his ears, Tori couldn't hear anything, and the scent of the storm had washed away any trace of another horse, so Tori was quite surprised when he ducked into the cave and slammed into another stallion. The roof was too low to rear, but the grullo mustang pranced in place, his ears laying back at the sudden shock of finding another Bachelor out here.
"Who're you?" he snorted, looking indignant. Well, mostly looking sodden, to be honest. But an indignant kind of sodden.