[/html]Her confusion was obvious and so questions arose in his own mind. Did she think that she was invincible? The tree-named male exaggerated quickly. They weigh much more then a deer, they are dangerous and could easily kill you. Was the cost of her own life worth a meal that was only an easy catch from first glance. Hawthorn was of the Shire breed, and weighed in over two thousand pounds. Compared to the average canine, the odds were obvious. He spoke in an informative tone; the young female seemed to have a lot to learn. Alder wished that she hadn’t had to make such a mistake in order to gain such information.
If they don’t trust their rider, there is no way to live peacefully together. For you and I to coexist we need to trust one another, no? Alder was not normally so agitated, but the idea that he would not be able to handle of the horses that had just been spooked filled him with great anxiety. They can not see us as a threat, we have to accept them as equals. He tried to explain. Alder watched her, his body growing less visibly uneasy and relaxing slowly.
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