Was this woman a donkey in her past life? Or a goat maybe?
The yearling felt her breath leave her as Fleetwood's head rammed into her chest, retaliating by trying to grab on with her front legs and turning, trying to throw her or at the very least shove away again.
Pollux's teeth were bared, snarling, she was so close to the woman's neck and she couldn't do anything about that.