"I'm not the one who's rude! That damn horse tried to Kill Me! First, he wouldn't let me on him. Then we he finally did, it was just so he could buck me off! Then I had to run him here!" Shasta's fur was frayed as she yelled.
"Run him?" Skye asked, surprise in her tone.
"You mean walk him, right?" Peggy added.
"No..." Shasta balled her fists as she tried to calm herself; "No, I don't. That psychotic horse waited until I wrapped my hand up in it's reins, then took off like a soul outta hell! If I wasn't me, that horse would've Killed me! I had to run beside him the whole way here!"
Peggy looked Shasta dead in her eyes and said; "I must remember to give that beast some special oat cakes later."
Shasta narrowed her eyes at the old woman; "What was that?"
