Most clans had something along the line to honor the moon and their ancestors. Aylia smiles at the yearling's behavior. "Yea. They only think of wolves as threats when they mess around with the calves or just don't feel like playing around."  One of the yearlings comes to Aylia, and then starts rubbing along the fence. "They really are big puppy dogs with horns and hooves most times," Aylia explains, scratching by the top of the bovine's tail bone. Her nails come up with dirt under them from it's fur. The wolves give her and the yearling a strange look. After a bit they move on, the cattle going back to grazing.<br/><br/>They keep walking until they get to a cluster of trees. Several guys about their age look after the mix of sheep, cattle, and a couple horses grazing nearby. The watchmen give them a couple saddle blankets, a band to hold them on with, and  a couple rope halters. "Other clans on the plains like using saddles and reigns. We focus more on using our weight and balance to control the horse."  Aylia quickly brings two horses over to a tree, making sure they won't move t bad while she puts the tack on them. "The only bad thing about not using a saddle is that you have to get a running jump onto their back." She holds one of the horse still for Fang.