Voltar gently laughed at Dusty Miller as he watched the gelding run through the pasture. He shifted some, stepping closer before whistling; the horse tossed his head before trotting over. His eyes bright and shimmering as he approached the avian, it wasn't as fun as the wild horses; Dusty Miller, being a bit young, wasn't even out with the herds quite yet, having heeled from his gelding. Voltar gently reached his hand out, softly scratching at the horse's face before going to draw him a bit...
