He was snoozing next to Topper and Brigette, and though they didn\'t move their heads, all of them twitched their ears in my direction as I approached.
I leaned into his silky mane-covered neck and breathed in his warm, therapeutic scent..
My sweet show-horse-turned-warhorse had me feeling a little less scared after his terrible, wonderful display.
I ran a hand over every rump in greeting and then stood quietly next to Pauper, not needing to use words, but just to feel the safety of his presence.
He was snoozing next to Topper and Brigette, and though they didn\'t move their heads, all of them twitched their ears in my direction as I approached