Felim's Halter
By me
Starring: Felim, Keane, Ensi
By me
Starring: Felim, Keane, Ensi
"What colour do you think would suit her, Ensi?"
Keane and Ensi were standing in the tack shed, staring at a wall that was covered in halters of various patterns and colours. It was time to start Felim's halter training, but Keane had wanted to pick out something that would make the Calvar look pretty. After he asked the question, Keane glanced at Ensi. Ensi shook their head, unsure.
"Perhaps something green? I mean, it needs to be something that stands out against her brown coat, something bright."
Keane nodded thoughtfully, but still couldn't decide.
"But like, what pattern? I mean, we can't just give her a plain one, right? It's got to look good."
Then his eyes caught something in the corner.
"What about that orange camouflage one there?" he asked Ensi, pointing at it.
Ensi nodded, a smile spreading across their face.
"Perfect."
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"Ok, girl, don't struggle."
Ensi had loosely tied a rope around Felim's shoulders and neck, so that they and Keane could safely get the halter onto Felim. But the Calvar was not happy about it, and was struggling angrily against the rope. Her sharp teeth were something the team wasn't used to dealing with, as every other halter-wearing animal on the ranch was herbivorous. They had a tough time keeping out of Felim's reach.
Keane held the halter tightly, and as soon as Felim focused all of her attention on Ensi and the rope, he quickly slipped it onto her face. She froze for a moment while it registered that she was wearing a halter, giving the team enough time to remove the rope and back off. Then, she suddenly bolted to the opposite end of the paddock. She skidded to a halt when she came to the fence, and started rubbing the halter against it in an attempt to remove it.
"Shouldn't we do something? She'll loosen it and then we'll have to get back in there and fix it." Ensi asked, but Keane raised a hand to stop them.
"Don't do anything just yet, we have to let her get used to it."
As they watched, Felim was growing tired of trying to remove the halter. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she didn't really care, since the fabric was soft and rather comfortable. After a while, she trotted to where the two humans were standing on the other side of the fence. She pushed her face into Ensi's hands, and they scratched her behind the ears, checking the tightness of the halter as they did so. After they were done, they reached into their pocket and pulled out a packet of beef jerky. It was Felim's favourite treat, and she stood obediently as they opened the packet. They tossed her a piece, and she caught it with a swift turn of her head. Ensi laughed.
"Hah, that halter isn't stopping you, is it, girl?"
Felim snorted. Perhaps she could get used to this strange fabric device.
Keane and Ensi were standing in the tack shed, staring at a wall that was covered in halters of various patterns and colours. It was time to start Felim's halter training, but Keane had wanted to pick out something that would make the Calvar look pretty. After he asked the question, Keane glanced at Ensi. Ensi shook their head, unsure.
"Perhaps something green? I mean, it needs to be something that stands out against her brown coat, something bright."
Keane nodded thoughtfully, but still couldn't decide.
"But like, what pattern? I mean, we can't just give her a plain one, right? It's got to look good."
Then his eyes caught something in the corner.
"What about that orange camouflage one there?" he asked Ensi, pointing at it.
Ensi nodded, a smile spreading across their face.
"Perfect."
-----
"Ok, girl, don't struggle."
Ensi had loosely tied a rope around Felim's shoulders and neck, so that they and Keane could safely get the halter onto Felim. But the Calvar was not happy about it, and was struggling angrily against the rope. Her sharp teeth were something the team wasn't used to dealing with, as every other halter-wearing animal on the ranch was herbivorous. They had a tough time keeping out of Felim's reach.
Keane held the halter tightly, and as soon as Felim focused all of her attention on Ensi and the rope, he quickly slipped it onto her face. She froze for a moment while it registered that she was wearing a halter, giving the team enough time to remove the rope and back off. Then, she suddenly bolted to the opposite end of the paddock. She skidded to a halt when she came to the fence, and started rubbing the halter against it in an attempt to remove it.
"Shouldn't we do something? She'll loosen it and then we'll have to get back in there and fix it." Ensi asked, but Keane raised a hand to stop them.
"Don't do anything just yet, we have to let her get used to it."
As they watched, Felim was growing tired of trying to remove the halter. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she didn't really care, since the fabric was soft and rather comfortable. After a while, she trotted to where the two humans were standing on the other side of the fence. She pushed her face into Ensi's hands, and they scratched her behind the ears, checking the tightness of the halter as they did so. After they were done, they reached into their pocket and pulled out a packet of beef jerky. It was Felim's favourite treat, and she stood obediently as they opened the packet. They tossed her a piece, and she caught it with a swift turn of her head. Ensi laughed.
"Hah, that halter isn't stopping you, is it, girl?"
Felim snorted. Perhaps she could get used to this strange fabric device.