When the black mare reaches out to the pale boy to exchange breaths he gives an excited squeal and clacks his teeth instinctually - though he does not fear the mare. His stubby tail flicks rapidly back and forth and he twists his head curiously to the side, wondering what was being said. Again, he enjoys the sound but cannot grasp the words so decides to investigate the mare a little closer. While she addresses his mother now, he steps forwards begins to huff around Azazel’s forelegs.

Jörmungandr watches the exchange with curiosity and pride, glad that Joukahainen had the sense to be cautious of new horses but was ultimately brave enough to meet them without running back to her side. Her ears swivel as Azazel looks up from the boy and addresses her. She thanks Jörmungandr and apologises for a few things. The buckskin doesn’t pretend to understand the reasons for any of this but reaches out to her friend, placing a comforting nudge on her shoulder. ”You do not need to apologise Azazel. We all have our demons to conquer but I am here if you need to talk” She will not push the subject but will be there when she is needed, ”Whatever has happened in your past, the forest will be different. I can promise that”