You snake the arm around her body between her forelegs, burying your hand in the thicker fur on the front of her chest, and pull her closer to you. The size difference puts her head cleanly below your head, even hiking her up towards your chest the way you are. Her mane’s tickling under your chin, and the tip of her horn is about at the same ‘height’ as your eyes, framed by her ears like some purple sight post for this world’s most powerful friendship gun.