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Even a foal might not be exactly what Silvano wanted. The book Kansas intended to trade had contained one chapter about training, but the rest of it was laden with worn, but still quite stunning pictures of the various breeds, as well as a few chapters on horse behavior and care. He knew that a foal of such a young age would take a while to train and ride, which was probably rather disappointing for Silvano. However, the pale werewolf would find some way for his son to ride a horse of his own, perhaps talk to this woman about catching and taming wild horses so that Silvano would have one to ride while the colt matured
Liliana had beckoned them to follow her, so Kansas forced himself to stop musing and set off after the lady and her mare. Soon they were at the stables, where Kansas lingered at the door, admiring the well-crafted structure and wondering if he could create anything comperable to this, and probably not, unless he had a lot of help. He waited for Silvano to go after Liliana before following them closer to the stall where the mare and her foal were boxed together. He leaned against the stall opposite the one occupied by the mare and foal, where from his exceptional height he could gaze over the panels. The foal was a cute thing. Kansas crossed his arms and relaxed to watch and listen.