Sirius seems to blush slightly underneath his fur when you ask to meet the young, energetic mare nipping enthusiastically at passing butterflies just outside the tree line in a clearing. You guess that there is a special affection between the two, or at least on Sirius's part.
"Tamot's her name," he says dreamily. "She's got a nice tail, don't you think?"
Merely raising your eyebrow, you approach Tamot to make greetings. She gives you a soft nuzzle, eyes big and dewy. Evidently she's easily affectionate as well as having a nice tail.
