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to the little kids he liked her already- it meant she wasn't lumping him in with his cousins, who were definitely much, much younger than him. Maybe she even thought he was a yearling, like Ceridwen! Easily charmed, he stepped forward to sniff at the soft pouches that smelled of meat, squaring up his feet and holding himself steady as she offered to drape one across his shoulders. It wasn't often that Ponyboy just wordlessly obeyed what he was being told, but the little bit of him that was task-oriented was chuffed that he was being put to work. 

"Uhuh," He answered as the weight settled upon his withers. He craned his head around curiously, like a colt eyeing up a saddle for the first time. "I'm Ponyboy," He said, "I'm pretty strong, so, I think I can handle this," He said, standing a bit taller so that it might drag a bit less. It was going to be a tough task, going up the slope but he'd give it a try! "Where do you live?" He asked, noting that she smelled of another pack.