The process was not painful, as long as the proper steps were taken, and it eased his nerves to know that Black would remain the only stallion capable of breeding. Salvia’s colt was hardly old enough for the process, and he would wait until the summer to do the same. In order to keep his breeding stock strong, he needed to watch carefully—Sirius’ idea had taken on a new aspect within the burly hands of the Arbiter.
“Put it on him in the mornin’,” the wolf explained as he leaned against the fence. With his size, he dwarfed it. “Check at night, n’if it rubbed off, put more on then.” The main goal was to keep the horse from rubbing himself and losing hair or causing an infection. With any luck, there would be no complications. “He should be fine in a bit. I wouldn’t ride him too hard for the next few days; use Trader if y’need to go far.”
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