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Peter looked nervous and tried to keep his composure.
"Hello," he said, in a high squeaky. Chuckling nervously, he tried again. "Er, hello," he corrected in a deeper voice. "Must've had something in my throat. I'm Peter... you probably recognized me... er... leading that mare Emery. Anyway we were just checking out the herd... Those mares over there looking like they're injured!" He exclaimed, motioning, alarmed, to Sienna and Shadow.
She looked over "They are close to foaling, would you like to join the herd?"
Peter blinked endearingly at them and blushed. "Emery isn't like that..." he mumbled under his breath, closing his eyes for a moment. Then he snapped them open again. "Oh, um, er, join the, um, herd? Well... I don't know..." he groped for words. "I, uh, I'm a lone stallion," he managed, trying to draw himself up and stick out his chest. The result was him looking like an overstuffed, four-legged, gigantic penguin. "I haven't been in a herd for a long time. Roughin' it, ya know. Wouldn't want to decide on the spur of the moment..."