What an elegant creature. Perhaps it was the calming aura, or the melodic sounds of hooves digging into the dirt. With each huff, the horse’s breath wafted against your skin. Not that you minded. Fondly, you leaned forward and pressed your forehead to its neck.

“He’s quite the charmer, no?” A disembodied voice spoke delicately behind you. Javier met your gaze proudly.

“Thank you for grooming him. I usually don’t have the time for it.” The outlaw huffed, his hand moving to Boaz’s pelt.