ReapersMenagerie

Dry and in new clothes Ragnar was feeling better than he had putting Rex back into the barn. He’d given her a quick brush and wiped away the mud on her paws and legs, just happy she let him do that. He took a breath and found Leer. She was curious and waiting, ears at full alert. He hooked her onto a lead and brought her into the grooming bay to make sure she was spotless. Leer barely had any bedding on her. He gave her a once over and then moved her to the tacking station. She was mannerly as he made sure she looked sharp in her tack. He kept waiting for something to happen. She was being too good. But maybe he was being paranoid thanks to Rex’s outburst. Again, Ragnar took a breath. The more he thought something was going to happen, something would. He’d be distracted, in his head, and Sindows were smart enough to take full advantage of a riders inattention. Ragnar pulled himself up onto the saddle and rode her out of the barn. There was some Sindow squawking and carrying on and