Though the apology might not have been full hearted, Emerson seemed satisfied that the horse had owned up to her mistake. The Genet didn’t make a habit of correcting others as she just had, but it was something she wasn’t afraid to do when it was important. Species, to her, was one of those important things. In fact she felt somewhat proud of pointing it out! In her mind, she’d just made someone a little less ignorant. Just because something looked like a cat didn’t mean it was. “You’re forgiven,” Em chirped out pleasantly. Jumping down from on top of Boe’s back, Emerson landed silently in the grass and eyed the coyote warily now that she’d lost her height advantage. Apparently it didn’t take much for the canine to lose his temper, so Emerson wasted little time in bounding back over to the much larger sun bear. She sat for a minute beside Gosselin while the tip of her tail thumped quietly on the ground; thinking. A second or two later and Em had leapt gracefully onto Gossie’s chest and immediately sunk down on her side into the warmth of the fur and body heat. It was like the sun, but closer and easier to look at! Boethius watched the both of them hesitantly, but would eventually lighten up with time. Emerson was just so small. He hoped she knew what she was doing. What she lacked in size she made up for with valor, and to an extent it made Boe proud. Bringing his attention back to his fellow equines, Boe’s ears flicked toward Grey and his head bobbed slightly at his words. He’d decided earlier that an equine like Mr. Grey was a rare find. He’d shown unexpected… maturity, and an impression like that went a long way with a horse like Boe. Sad might not have been the right word, but the stallion did feel a bit downhearted when Grey had announced their departure. It would probably be a while until they had any sort of decent company again and he hated to see Emerson part with her new friend. With a small whuffle of farewell, Boethius was sure to keep the specific land in mind. “I’m sure we will. Thank you for the offer.” Turning to Gaia, Boe tossed his head in her direction with encouragement. “I suppose this won’t be our last encounter, either, Gaia. Maybe our Axians will be on better terms next time around, hm?” He chuckled. With Emerson at his side he was never quite sure what to expect, and he liked it that way.

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