"She can be like that," Gwen replied absently, stroking the horse's neck and letting her nuzzle into her shoulder. She glanced toward the doors of the stable.
"You could probably keep her outside, if you lot have a paddock. She doesn't like being cooped up in a stall all day, not used to it," she murmured as she stepped back, leading the horse out into the aisle.
"Easy, Teirna," she soothed when the Percheron tossed her head. "We're heading out to stretch your legs-- would you like that?"