Saddened for the obvious loss of she who has so nicely aroused in you that wondrous sensation of masculine giving to another of its own. Sad turns to a sense of anger toward she who took as sent away the female that had and might well be your loving lover.
Wheeling the furred head and mouth open, with teeth flared to accentuate your rage, a lunging move and gnashing of strong a jaw catches but her dress.
"What the..., what are you doing here, she was mine to free or doom as are you!" So said that emerald eyed woman, her anger and the smell of her having fear from the attack made the near miss as still a worthwhile gesture.
"Hee-hee/haw...," as brayed the defiance of one made furry and not learned yet to love it.
Excitement, angered, intense feeling brings on an arousal and from it then as it would later, the animal body degrades the human mentality, until like so many others there is but knowing hunger, lust, and a sense of being alive. The rage passes quickly as the donkified mind cannot hold a thought for very long. The more natural calm demeanor eases the hatred and rage as she who has done this motions for one like you but with a wild scent to come and meet as greet one who is a male, a stud, and again stands aroused to meeting life as a donkey.