It's late at night, and would be dead quiet save for the insects croaking and singing off in the distance. It was warm but not uncomfortably so, nice enough to sit out on the front porch without sweating. It had been a while since your dad died and you'd taken over the ranch, adjusting as well as you could expect to farm life. The bull hybrids were fairly easy to manage if not a little rowdy sometimes but that was alright.

A noise startled you out of your thoughts, head snapping up to see what was coming towards you out of the darkness. A few more twigs snapped, whoever or whatever it was obviously not trying to be quiet and when the glint of white horns shone in the moonlight you knew immediately what sort of company you'd be having.

"Saw you left the light on, darlin'. Thought you might want some company."

Graves steps up onto the porch, hooves clacking against the wood as he approaches where you're sitting. He smiles, softer than the usual sly expression he normally wore. He takes a seat in the chair beside you, tail dragging lazily to the side as he considers you for a moment before speaking again.

"Something on your mind?"