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Frodo was swift to respond, and Io was thankful of such a thing. Her silver eyes darted to Neo, one of the ring leaders in the excitement. Nodding to the male, she opened Neo's stall door and entered. With a defiant tug at his snowy mane, she attempted to remove him from his bed, but he remained still. 'Hold on, I will get Neo out' she said, the annoyance she felt towards the stallion not filtering through into her speech. Ducking low as to avoid the beams she mounted the horse and rode him out into the field. Neo stood a little way away from the others, blue eyes towards the stable doors. After all, he was the dominant stallion and Rio, the mare inside, was his counterpart the matriarch of the herd. And while the foal was not his, he was still fond of the darker mare.
'There, he is all sorted' Io announced calmly, moving over to the stall Rio was in and clambering over the fencing rather than opening the door. The hybrid slid from her perch and into the stall, standing and petting the mare with the aside, 'Usiąść przed zranić ...' in her native language. Surely enough, between Io and Frodo's verbal efforts it wasn't long before Rio settled down on the hay bedding.