Sam's hand shook a bit as he touched the animal's neck, just waiting for it to snap and take his hand off. When it didn't, he relaxed just a bit and inched closer. Maybe the horse was going to wait until it was big enough to eat all of him or something.
"What are you going to name her?" he asked. "Wingfoot the Devourer?"
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Date: 2012-03-20 06:58 pm (UTC)"What are you going to name her?" he asked. "Wingfoot the Devourer?"