Billy hung back, leaning against the wall while the others sat at the bar, having no thirst for alcohol for obvious reasons. He payed little attention to their conversation, his gaze fixed on the wood floor. He glanced up as they began to leave. It's about damn time. He thought, trudging after them.
He slipped into the stall where Jake had put the horses for the night. Westwood raised his head and nickered a greeting to his human, nudging his shoulder with his large head. Billy smirked a bit and stroked the stallion's face before tacking him up groggily.