SHADOW

He ran his fingertips along her neck, reveling in the satin softness. She made a soft noise of enjoyment and nibbled the ends of his hair.

"That's a good girl." Mal crooned. The mare snorted in response and his hand shifted to her delicate, silky ears. She leaned forward over the rail fence offering him more of her body to caress. He obliged willingly, putting both his hands to work scratching her neck and ears.

"Malcolm!" He heard his mother call from the house.

"Coming, Ma." He gave the mare a final pat and dashed off through the tufted grass.

A/N: That first part was my amusement. Funny, doncha think?

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