Wolfwood pets his hand over the mane of Angelina, a black stallion, other hand brushing her neck with the designated brush for her. The horse huffs, clanking a front hoof down. The dark-haired man chuckles, "What's up, girl?" He asks the horse, knowing the stallion couldn't reply.

You sigh behind him, stacking another bundle of hay upon the growing stack. Wolfwood looks over at his partner, "How much more to go?" He questions as you walk off to grab another bundle.