She looked down at her hoof for a moment, and then came to a decision. She firmly planted it against Dale’s fist and shook three times before dropping back to all fours. Unlike the feel of Lyra’s hoof, hers was a little softer, and actually felt warm at the heel, although there was a tingling aspect as well. He couldn’t quite place the feel—it wasn’t unpleasant, just odd. His hand had been slightly higher when he shook Lyra’s hoof; maybe that made a difference.