They call this normal

Heath morte dre Soul · 04-22-2010, 01:46 PM

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He was sort of in his element, a place where he was completely comfortable and confident. The male had studied many volumes, journals, and even small notebooks that he had found around the stables. They were memoirs of sorts, of the training that some human had done. Others were filled with notes and figures and list after list. He knew most of the horses well, and though he had not spent as much time riding each as he should the general care he gave them had taught Heath a lot.

She spoke, and the male gave a nod. It was a good choice, and Heath realized that he wasn’t in the mood to wrangle a untamed horse himself. His had come to him, not the other way around. Heath had tried to catch a wild stallion, and was not very successful. At all. The coy-wolf then shook his head as her question, No, she isn’t He reassured her, She seems the right size for you too. he commented. The male walked up the horse who stuck her head past the barn door to greet the two canines. She was a pleasant horse, and Heath had never really had that much of a problem with her.

Lets take her out. He said with a small smile. The canine walked over to a few hooks on the wall, and choose on of the many halters that hung there. It would fit well, he figured, and then walked back over to the two creatures. You’ll want to move slowly, Heath began, looking at the wolfess as he spoke. He placed the head harness on the brown mare, gently as he had in the past. she is pretty easy going, though. he commented. Get a lead rope. He requested and pointed to one of the braided ropes that hung on the wall.

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