Atchmon worked his hands up and down her back, watching as pony hair, sweat, dirt, and debris washed away from wherever he rubbed. Then used his fingers to workout the many tangles and knots in her mane, and occasionally scratching the back of her neck where it grew in a straight line. He'd grip and pull at her, shifting her mane one way then the other, taking his time and being thorough with his ministrations. 