Blaze, who had been asleep on the floor in front of Bella's bed, came trotting out after her, his fluffy tail arched high. Billy reached down to greet the border collie, ruffling the top of his head as Blaze nudged his hand.
Westwood raised his head, craning it around to glance at her, one ear flicked forward. "What is it?" He asked in confusion. Being on the road all his life, he never came across very many mares, leaving him rather clueless when it came to talking or action around them.