"She is quite small, but I'm inclined to think she may be a zebra, rather than a true horse. Either way, with four legs and hooves I expect she will grow to be a proper size to ride. Though I wouldn't put her to race with me riding... or without me riding. I wouldn't trust another to ride her properly, but I'm just a few inches to big, unless she grows a spectacular amount." He says, a certain fondness for the equine animal showing on his face.

He decides to not call any attention to the idea of what was most likely to have happened to the dog Jonathan was talking about. "Blake if a fine name for such a loyal seeming beast." He said instead, nodding in a kind of approval, though his wasn't really needed.

"It's at your discretion. If you would like me not to, I will refrain... as best I can. But if you are fine with me using it, I will most likely use it as much as needed." He admits.