Bella casually cantered about the field, tossing her short, crescent-shaped mane. Warlock trailed behind her on silent hooves. She felt a light tug on her tail and furrowed, stiffening as she slowed to a stop. She looked behind her to see Warlock grinning broadly, struggling to stifle giggles. She rolled her eyes at him and plodded on, shaking her head and smiling.