Pucci was in his stable, which looked more like an open room more than anything. He was perched in his chair until his handler came around. He knew exactly why, he had requested food prior. He slowly arose, his white horse ears twitching as he made his way over to the gate. He leaned against it slightly, his eyes focused and calculating.

"I assume you've brought my feed for the night?" he asked, his voice deep and smooth. His tail twitched slightly, patiently awaiting a response from his handler.