Gold eyes watched the female as she took the lead and began to walk. He didn’t give any instruction, just watching to see how she held herself and how confident she felt right from the start. Her posture told him a lot, speaking more then any of the questions or words that were said. It was easy to see that she was trying, and making a great attempt at keeping herself calm and at ease. He wondered if there was still a good amount of jitteriness lingering beneath all of the deep inhales.
The more they rounded the easier it became, but with a flick of her ear the mare told him that she had enough. She came to a halt, and Heath watched for a moment, listening to the wolfess as she asked what it was that she could be doing wrong. The Marshal walked up to the pair, the long face settling on the female’s shoulder. She likes you. He spoke with a gruff voice. They were all calm, the mare relaxed and simply seeming bored rather then stubborn.
He took a blanket off the fence rung and placed it on the mare’s back, You want to try to ride her?
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