03-21-2012, 06:36 PM
Her eyes narrowed, but although he moved aside it was clear the male was not going to relinquish his control over the horse completely. Grateful, Caspa approached, step by slow-motion step, long stork-like legs almost making the motion look deliberately exaggerated. She halted before the animal's massive head: glanced to his master once more, a questioning expression in her eyes. Was she doing it right? Didn't prey animals run away if you looked right at them? No, that must be a myth - she'd been looking at the horse already, and he had been standing perfectly still, as if trained to do so. Caspa waited just long enough to assure herself that Alder's patience and accommodation of her idiosyncratic request had not run out, then she took the final step, lifting a slow and anxious hand as she did so. The fingertips ghosted across the immense and immeasurably soft muzzle of the horse, and then tugged away a little to gauge the reaction. Once more her eyes turned to the Captain, and there was an air of disbelief in their shadowy depths: had she really just done that, and had it really not led to her instantaneous trampling? "Are you sure he doesn't mind? Why… why is it that these creatures do not wish to hurt us predators?"