"there are times to let your instincts run wild..." and the horse felt the fire in his own chest wanting to run wild, to run to galop free, and to vent his pent up hormones on the nearest soft delecious humanoid. "but not now, when we have a new place, when we are safe, around the campfire maybe. but not when danger is around, that is the time to be human, to use your higher brain" he pressed his forehead to hers "not your lower one"