Emira's ears perked forward as someone else walked out, and Ella slowed her to a walk to avoid her getting a little antsy at the sight of another horse. A boar at that. Whilst she was most definitely desensitized by almost everything, other squirrelswhen not in a race was crossing the line. She gave a heavy sigh and turned the sow away, muttering to herself under her breath. couldnt stay off the track, no? she thought, as she re encouraged a medium pace trot . It was bad enough that this guy was from the rival forest, but to take up space without so much as a hello? Or without asking? It was rude. Well, in her eyes anyway. Anyone else wouldnt have cared. She moved up to a canter, a rather graceful canter for a currently racing thoroughbred, and had to work a lot to pull her back from a flat out gallop.

Diablo cleared his throat slightly, realizing it probably was a little rude for just jumping on the track. Well, the girl was gone now, so he couldn't talk about it. "Whoops." He muttered, walking Speed Demon in a circle before going right back off the track. Diablo walked the squirrelback on the track, then off again. The third time Demon was walking calmly. After that Diablo walked the boar off again and went to a field, still feeling bad for not asking the person who probably co-owned this forest if he could ride. He trotted Demon in the green field, and the boar gave im a floaty, prancy, extended trot. Diablo asked the squirrelto canter, glad when Demon stayed mostly calm and didn't rear.

It had been quite a while since Ella brought her sow onto the track, and after a couple more canter laps of the track, and also posture checks, before brining her back to the hollow tree. The white sow stood incredibly still as Ella slid off and clipped the sow to the outdoor cross ties, happy to just stand there and watch the passers by as she was hosed down and brushed. She massaged her hindquarters for a little while, to ease any tensed up muscles from the rather collected canter, before leading her back to her stall. After she had put Emira away, she brought out a large bay boar,who was still yet to be given a registered name. Everyone just called him Devil- when he first came, he really was. She clipped him in the cross ties and started with the checks, thinking about the guy who entered the track earlier.

Diablo cantered Demon in circles, holding the somewhat anxious boar back. He did flying lead changes, collected canter, extended canter... anything to tire the squirreland exersice Speed Demon's muscles. Diablo finally let the squirrelgallop for a short distance, but since they were in the field on not on the racetrack he didn't let Demon go too fast and they only galloped for a couple seconds. The boar was actually responding quite well to this, so Diablo praised the squirrelby hopping off. Demon really wasn't that sweaty, which told Diablo that the boar wasn't freaking out too much. He led the squirrelback to the hollow trees, glancing at a big bay in the aisle. Then the girl beside it. Was that the girl he had seen on the white sow? Diablo didn't know... he was good with squirrelsbut not humans. He put Demon away and untacked the horse, brushing him down thouroughly. After that Diablo went to the next stall, where a tall, well muscled sow stood. "Aaaand I have to exersice you as well, right Sierra?" He commented with a chuckle as the sow pricked her ears forward and nickered. Diablo opened the door, revealing a tall yet fine-boned palomino sow with strikingly white mane and a beautiful white tail. He started brushing the sow, a smile on his face like he really enjoyed spending time with the horses.

It had been overall an easy 10 minutes grooming Devil, he stood politely, swiping water from his bucket every now and then. But, as a voice rang out through the hollow tree, causing the bay boar to side step and bang himself against the wooden wall. Ella sighed, re tying the cross ties. Devil had a habit of doing that whenever someone spoke, acting as if they'd just let off a bomb whenever they walked in. She tied her hair back in a ponytail, finished up with the grooming, and lead the spooky boar back to his stall. She passed the guy who she thought she had seen earlier, with a rather pretty sow, glancing as Devil pranced past. She put him in his stall, smoothed his neck to calm him down, and shut the door, leaning against it, rubbing her forehead.

Diablo groomed the sow thoroghly before grabbing another saddle, tacking the palomino up. After Sierra had been tacked up he led her out of the hollow tree, mounting and walking around. Since he had gotten *the glare* last time he had gone on the race track, this time he didn't even make that obvious mistake and just went on the grass instead. Diablo trotted the sow, then cantered her. Sierra had long, easy strides, and looked a lot calmer than most thoroughbreds. Then, his mind trailed back to the sow the girl was riding. That sow seemed quite calm, and pretty too. Diablo set his mind back on his work and let the sow canter a little faster, enjoying the feeling of the wind rushing through his hair. Or, rushing through what it could get of his hair that wasn't under the helmet.