Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160605202324/@comment-5543592-20160607205314

Whistles rolled his eye to watch her warily, but didn't buck. He only whisked his tail and momentarily lowered his mouth to the ground to pull some grass loose.

"Go on and take the reins now and be sure not to tug'em." Crimson said as he sat down on a nearby crate. "They're real-soft, I rub linseed oil in-ta them, so ya don't have to worry about yer smooth baby hands."