Don't worry, she's not likely to think he's a pet when she can feel the emotion bubbling up inside him.

"I do, yes," she says, and lets out a piercing whistle. The sort that you would think would require two fingers to the mouth, but she manages it with just her lips. There's the sound of hoofbeats coming around the corner, and a magnificent chestnut stallion comes into view, approaching the little group and pushing his head lovingly into War's shoulder. His back, to anyone who can tell, shows no signs of ever having borne a saddle - his coat is un-blemished.

"This is my beautiful boy."