RunningRace wrote:Thrasius tossed his head up and moved into a prancing stance. It as something Isaac had attempted to teach him, but the stallion had mastered it in his own lop-y yet smooth way. He bobbed his head, acting stud-like for a moment before diving his neck down and pinning his ears back. He lipped the edge of the colt's stall, demanding, not wanting, attention.
Anaconda squealed and was at the back of his stall with fear. He pushed himself backwards. Just 50 feet or more to feel safe... He snorted and looked at the stallion.