Myranda glanced down at Ian. She still didn't approve of the 'darlin' thing, but he was relatively harmless with it. "Nothing much, Sweetheart." she retorted back with an eyeroll. "Just a big feline stalking your fancy horse from the treeline." She shot the afore mentioned feline, Bear, a warning glare before he knocked Ian out of the saddle... again. "Beyond that, a couple of deer getting it on about 300 yards back now, Some squirrels playing chicken by running out infront of the horses a little bit ago and a couple of trolls watching all of it."<br/><br/>The trolls were, of course a bad joke, but she knew that he would give her back grief and wanted to get the opening salvo first. "How's the weather down there?"