#wolverinemean

When he'd arrived at the base, Jonah had noticed the stables along the way over. It was a comforting notion, to see those few equine shuffling about, doing their thing. Growing up, he had often ridden and cared for horses, as they were essential to much of the work they did sheep herding, and though not all memories of his childhood were good, he'd gotten some good thoughts from remembering the soothing rituals of horse care. So when he'd gotten the chance, and remembered the existence of the place, he'd headed over. All he did at first was stand by the fence, watching a familiar breed with a keen eye until it wandered over to him. He'd brought carrots, and offered one through the fence for the animal, which it sniffed before mouthing at and gently removing from his grasp. Giggling, Jonah gently pat the gypsy's muzzle, stroking its broad cheek with his long fingers and making horse noises at it.