Hearing someone trot over he turns around. Behind him is a mare. Her coat was something he had never seen before. Realising that she was talking to him he was quick to answer. "Thorsen!" He says rather forcefully. Not wanting to scare the mare, he takes a deep breath before answering again a little calmer. "Thorsen. My name is Thorsen. And you are?" She seemed curious, however, he was now worried that he had spooked her or maybe seemed insane. He did not want to lose this chance of meeting someone new. Not anyone would dare approach a large black shire stallion like himself.
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