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It would take some time for the brown and black female to gain her balance. She needed to strengthen her core, there would be many places that would hurt after she rode for even just a half an hour. At her question, Straighten your back. He spoke, voice a bit stern but still calm. She needed to sit up straight, Find your balance He was now beside her, there if she started to lean one way or the other.

With a hand on the mare's shoulder, Heath guided the pair around the ring. His eyes flickering between the seated wolfess and the horse. He watched for any tension, and notion that there might be stress in horse's body. He didn't want her to startle so there was no chance of her falling.

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