Inaru giggled faintly, covering her mouth with her paw. "You hoofbeasts are strange indeed." She climbed down Ebony's neck and sat in the center of her hindquarters, the softest spot of any horse. She chuckled as her fluffy tail flicked once more, much like a ribbon dancer's ballet. "Always so proud..." She looked towards the sky. "Hey, Eby, since you're not one to fight... Why don't we find a small place to graze? Besides, I don't think there will be anything to see here..."
The mare rolled her eyes. "Inaru, you get bored too easily... If there's no blood, you lose interest... What is wrong with you...?"
"I'm a 'manipulative little twit' as you so kindly called me yesterday." The fox huffed faintly.