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Silently, she swung one of her legs over Magic’s back and dismounted him, her knees bending slightly as her back paws hit the ground with a thump. “You mean the snow?” she asked, feeling the cold substance between her toes. Pixie had considered getting shoes a few times, but had never really gone with the idea. She would have to look for someone who knew how to make shoes or knew where to find them, and besides, plenty of creatures went around with bare paws. More clothing was generally more of a pain than anything, especially for a shifter.
“Well, be careful next time, okay?” She noticed the pup seemed a lot more focus on the stallion than her. Big surprise. “This is Magic,” she said, patting her steed’s shoulder. The chestnut horse ignored her and the pup; he lowered his nose, foraging for grass, his breath visible in great puffs in the frozen air.
“He won’t hurt you,” she added. “He only eats plants, and he’s very friendly. I’m Pixie, by the way. What’s your name?” Perhaps he was one of the siblings that Silvano mentioned. Or maybe one of Anu’s pups. Were there any other litters in the pack? Pixie hadn’t heard of them.
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