You waste no more time keeping her waiting. You reach out and tentatively grab the leading edge of her wing root. Her ears snap flat, and she lets out a shaky breath as your fingers wrap around the powerful muscle that attached the four-foot plus wing to her body. Slowly, you begin kneading the tissue—starting off with very little pressure and slowly working deeper and deeper until you feel yourself pinching bone. Working your way out, you squeeze the muscle around her leading wing bone until you reach her first joint, then stop. You’re tempted to ask her how you’re doing, but you decide not to. She’s definitely the kind of mare to let you know if you’re doing it wrong.