Uriel was sitting with Zeresha's hoof in his hands, since he had time to kill and he was in a shed he figured that it was as good a time as any to do some maintenance on her hoofs.
He hadn't gotten a chance to pack the tools when he was forced to flee Old Meadow, but now everything that he needed was in the shed.
He grabbed a small hoof pick and diligently popped out any little stones that managed to lodge themselves into her hooves and took a file to smoothen out the rough parts of her hooves and make their surfaces even.
"Hngggg," Zeresha neighed and gave his face a lick as he finished up, leaving a trail of saliva on his face.
As he finished he bushed her fur and stopped when he came to the wound left on her body from the Antog, where it bit into her with its acidic mandibles.
The wound was mostly healed but there was still a small scab left behind.
