Shyra will whinny back, picking up the pace to match the canter, then sppeeding up slightly, but not quite to a gallop yet. As the breeze catches her mane, fire can see bits of the earth-brown among the read and gold autumnal colors leading to silver-frosted tips every once in a while.

Craimar will snag food, urging Kae to shift to elf to eat something. Kae will oblige, though not with a mental half-playful complaint.

Trausio laughs, continuing the belly rubs, enjoying the warm feel of the melted puddlecat.