The dog watched as she carefully made her way over. He had never seen a blind horse before, they hardly survived without 24-hour assistance from the herd and even then, they struggled in the wild. Mink's work was cut out for him, though he didn't make that known to his cousin.


Her looked away from the mare to look at Mink, thinking he should explain his statement.
There's a mare somewhere around here- she thinks I'm a foal. His breath breaking into soft laughter at the explanation. It surely was silly to him at the very least.
I've told her I'm a dog but, she won't listen.

Once the mare was close enough and at a distance comfortable for her, Sparrow gave her a graceful bow. He knew she wouldn't see it but, it was tradition for the warm-bloods. They were so revered and respected; it was necessary to remind them of that.

It is a pleasure to meet you, miss. Sparrow chirped, his tail wagging behind him. A twinge of excitement to meet another horse that wasn't crazy.