In the middle of the caravan, Ravien's attention was caught by a horse.
It was more delicately built compared to the others, but there was something different about its posture.
It was as if the creature was aware of its surroundings—it wasn't moving, held its head high, and calmly yet attentively observed everything around it.
Ravien's gaze traveled from its neck down to its legs, then to its eyes.
Physically, it was weaker; its ribcage stood out, and its muscles were slender. But rather than being put off by that, Ravien found himself even more intrigued.
Unlike the others, this horse didn't react with small, nervous twitches. Instead of flinching at the slightest movement, it stood firmly in place.
It was composed. And that was exactly what Ravien liked about it.
He reached out his hand. He wanted to see if it truly was as he thought. As he moved his finger close to its neck, he did so with care. The creature didn't even blink. It didn't turn its head or twitch its ears.
