        He stopped just short of arm’s length away.  He felt that it would be prudent to maintain that distance, so that neither of them would feel threatened.  They both stood in place for a time, until she slowly turned in a circle to allow him a chance to get a good look at her.  She stood maybe four feet tall to the tip of her horn—her eyes seemed to be centered about on his navel.  Her body was thicker than a normal horse’s would have been, and her legs widened towards her hooves.  Her head was rounder, and had a much shorter muzzle than an ordinary horse; in fact, the only horse-like attributes were the mane and tail; otherwise, she bore more resemblance to a St. Bernard.  He supposed that he could consider the horn to be a horse-like attribute—he’d never heard of a unicorn dog—but that was really a stretch.