Firefly looked up in confusion. "You mean the grass?" She said to Shark with a curious tilt of her head. She nipped at the stalks while waiting for his answer.
Firefly snorted in obvious confusion. "You mean you haven't walked on it before at the very least?" The mare questioned and she walked over to he fence and calculated the height again. She lipped at the rope bar, the rough would scraping against her rubbery lips.