It glanced at him, back down the beach, and then he felt a yank at the bag he was holding, although there was no physical connection between the horse and himself. Without knowing why, he tightened his grip and pulled back, not really seeing the golden aura twining over the bag. As suddenly as it had appeared, it was gone, and he took an involuntary step to keep his balance, just as the horse took off down the hill, running the same way grandpa had gone.