"She will, unlike her mother she knows when she's wrong and when she's been helped... and unlike her father she's not afraid of thanking those that help her."<br/><br/>The Blacksmith nodded and shut up as he applied the final layer of the resin to Zelina's hoof and held it over a fan to dry. "Well maybe it's the people in the building next to us, I'm anything but horny right now. The wife could be with her mate right now, but I honestly haven't a clue what you could be sensing, I'm not a demon."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>