BigHorse looks down at the folf and Arkain. He lowers his head and smells his own scent on Arkain. He snorts.<br/><br/>"If you wish to get another ride you'd better wash yourself, Arkain. There's a river right behind those late trees. And btw, would you know what the other two like to eat? I've sent them some apples a few hours ago, but I don't know if they liked them. Perhaps you can help me?"<br/><br/>The stallion turns to the folf.<br/><br/>"Hello, little one? How can I help you?"