Angel just looked at tiger and nodded. Was he a lying to her? Did he even want her to come? Angel started walking over

West nodded, though his expression was still a little concerned. "Maybe you should just lay down and rest for a couple hours. If you can sit still that long." West suggested, but his voice became teasing with the last sentence

Dixie rolled her eyes and playfully shoulder bumped him before folding her legs beneath her. She managed to keep her injured one out of the way it it still hurt. When her rump hit the ground, she rolled into her side then made an effort to scratch an itchy spot on her back. She couldn't reach it and her leg was hurting. She sat back up and would occasionally pin her ears whe the spot got particularly itchy

Tiger flicked his ears and walked forward, he glanced at angel with concern, he felt something flutter around in his stomach

West chuckled slightly and backed up, giving her room to lay down. "Are you having a seizure?" He asked with a snort as she tried to scratch an itchy spot and obviously failed. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I'm not having a seizure!" She paused "does it look like that?" She tossed her head "in fact there is..." she nipped at her back, trying to find the spot "you... could... help me... get this... itch..." she paused between words to nip at her back again. Still missing

West tried to hold back a laugh, and also failed. It sounded more like a strangled cough, though. That's not exactly what he was going for. "Nope, doesn't look like that at all, I just suggested it out of the blue, off of the top of my head." He answered cheerully, his eyes twinkling. "Yes, I can probaaably do that." West held back a small snicker at her attempts, taking a couple steps forward and quickly scraping his teeth against the itch. "Better?" He asked, stepping back again

Dixie sighed then let her head flop onto the ground "that's much better" she lifted her muzzle "thanks" she sat back up and looks at him

West nodded, glad he could do something to help. He glanced around, momentarily preoccupied, watching Harper and that strange stallion. They were down by the spot West usually raced at now, and Harper looked rather exuberant. The stallion looked... dim.

Dixie followed his eyes. "Who's that?" She motioned toward the mare and stallion with her nose