[BRUCE TANE ROPATA]

Bruce rubbed Fain's nose as the bay tobiano Warmblood butted his nose against the man's hand. "Patience, buddy." He said softly as he went back to making sure there was nothing here that he didn't need, and the gelding got bored of watching before he ambled off across the arena again, sticking his nose over the fence and then shot backwards, snorting as he shook his head from side to side. "Naw, poor baby, did you just destroy the whare of a poor pungawerewere?" Bruce asked with a laughed, laughing harder as the large horse trotted up to him, and the man could see the remnants of the spiderweb still clinging to the gelding's rope halter. "There you go, buddy. The big bag spider isn't going to eat you after all."

He was always happy to get new students that signed up for his classes, and with new students, he always organised at least one private lesson, so that he could see the relationship between that person and their horse, and he could also see how much the person knew about the language of horses. Even if they claimed they had never done natural horsemanship before, it was surprising how much people did know without even knowing. "Are you going to play nicely today?" He asked Fain with a laugh as the gelding swished his two toned tail and walked off again.

@kgllmre

whare - house
pungawerewere - spider