Heath was happy to see that she had decided to take the leap and try to ride the mare. The horse gave no indication of becoming trouble, and he had always known her to be easy to read. There were so many things that could be told just from their body language. Just as their species spoke in this sort of silence, the horses did it even more and much better. Their vocals did not stretch as far and their the languages that the canines had, well at least to Heath's knowledge. And because he did not speak this snorting and whinny talk he read their bodies instead. She spoke of nothing that would make his stop and hesitate letting the wolfess ride her.
He held the mare's bridle as she mounted the horse, keeping a steady presence beside her. I promise He spoke with a small chuckle already in his tone. Here we go He warned as he led the horse to the edge of the ring, slowly waking her and getting her used to the weight on her back.
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