The pony had held back and waited not only until the weather had ceased, but until the colossal Ursa Major had been neutralized before moving again. Tempest’s composure had cracked by a noticeable degree upon first seeing the bear, complete with lots of whispered assurances to herself. This was hardly a surprise, however: his master’s background check noted that an Ursa Minor had caused her horn injury, so a trauma response was to be expected once the creature entered the battlefield.