That sounds positively adorable, and Dain briefly steps over to the stall to do just that. Sure enough, there's the cat he befriended the first time, fluffy white lower half and all, perfectly relaxed in a regal sprawl on top of the mare. Horse and cat both flick their ears towards Dain when he makes a soft whispering noise, but otherwise don't move; they know they're safe here.

"A fine home she's found," Dain comments as he finally sits between Lorne and Detlef. Miss Pants has, sometime in the last few days and with only one meeting, become Dain's favourite cat in the village. "Much more sensible than... what was the name? Boatbottom?"