Micky didn't wish for Konan to figure out that he was up to something, or show that he was weak. Once she was gone again, he would resume in his plans.
Raven ruffled the mares mane and then smiled. "Alright Konan darling, time for you to go into the pasture." She said and stood, then stretched. She grabbed the mares mane and tugged.
Micky saw Raven carrying something. He sniffed, smelling something unfarmiliar. It didn't smell bad. In fact, it smelled like a plant. Whatever plant it was it probably tasted good.