He was cold, hadn’t eaten for a few hours, and the only bug-horses that weren’t utter pricks had been corralled in a corner and watched by the one that had started this mess. One of the new bug-horses had obviously attempted to steal his tools right from his arms. He didn’t particularly value the cheap tools, but he wasn’t about to just let some bludger take them. The bug-horses may have been admittedly cute, but he didn’t trust them with any sort of tools. 