Yay trouble!
Heritage's eyes rolled, and Silvano backed up a bit in surprise. The colt started to stamp at the ground, and was whickering loudly. It was a first and it was clearly to do with something outside. Some of horses still in the stable were reacting too, badly. Silvano backed away from the horse, pulling his hands away from his usually calm horse's teeth. Heritage whinnied loudly at his master, jerking his head from side to side. "What is wrong with you, boyo?" cried the Italian hybrid, smacking the door of the stall. He had been planning on taking his colt out to the practice pen so they could do some gait training. Instead, he found that he could hardly get the lead close to the horse's head without risking a bite from the growing stallion. What was going on?
Horses cried outside, making the Sadira raise his brows at the open door to the stables. Heritage nipped at his master's elbow, pulling pelt out roughly and almost hissing in some strange equine way at him. Silvano recoiled, exceptionally surprised at the change in the colt. He was normally so quiet and collected, but something was riling him up. What was causing the horses outside to panic. Silvano jumped forward as his horse kicked the stall door in a fit. "Alright, I'll check, goodness," he mumbled, heading to the pasture in a rush.
The horses that had been out to pasture were half-way to stampeding. They were all riled up. Silvano was confused, trying to figure out what was doing this. Was an unusual canine screwing with them? Was there a bear? What? Were stallions fighting for dominance in the herd? That's when Silvano saw the young pup in the middle of the pasture, cowering in fear. "No..," muttered the Sadira, heart skipping a beat as he jumped over the tall fence. The horses were running a group, though not at anyone in particular. Regardless, if the child stuck around, he would definitely get trampled by the agitated group. He ran as fast as he could, scooping up the pup as he ran over him. Not too heavy in his arms, the pup was still small enough for him. He was half afraid he'd trip carrying the pup to safety. At the edge of the pasture fence, the Sadira slipped the pup through the gap and climbed over, face stern. "What were you doing out there?" His face was serious and his hands were crossed over his chest.
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