Ever the egotistical outlaw, Calico chuckled: "I'm sure you quite have. I have am told I have a very memorable face! I can assure you we have never met formally before." He reveled in the recognition for a moment. "But enough about my wants, lets see to your needs."
The Stallion begun to gingerly pick his way through the brush, and toward the receding light of the sun. He beckoned the mare to follow.
"We should get going, Sweet Dreams. The day gets dark awfully fast and I should like to see those cuts looked at, Aye?"