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"Hey, easy. Easy," Marco reassured, stroking the mare and calming her quickly until she stood quietly and calmly. "Atta girl. There you go," He praised, walking the mare around. |
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She walked around, ears perked up, head held higher. |
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Marco kept walking her, praising her as she did. Once he recalled the small amount of vet knowledge he'd learned from Roy, he did a few checks before asking her for a trot. |
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She eagerly obliged moving into a trot. |
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He ran alongside her, keeping his hand steady as he made sure her gate was smooth. |
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The mare tossed her head, happily trotting around. |
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"Seems she's doing just fine!" Marco called, slowing her back to a walk. |
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"Thank the gods." Liliana stated. "Like I said, the vet just wanted to know, just to see. She had a slim chance of recovering, hence why she was sold to slaughter, so I got her." |
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"Hm, seems not all steaks are meant to be cooked." He mumbled under his breath, inaudible to her. |
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"Agreed." She nodded. "She's a pretty girl, ain't she?" |
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Steady Rain all Day
