[Geez. Compliments from Reinhardt feel the same way whether he's on two legs or four. At least while he's in this form, he can't blush—or if he can, it's buried underneath his fur where he can pretend it doesn't exist. Still, he thinks Reinhardt is making a big deal out of this. He's just a really large horse monster, not something...special or anything?
He falters underneath Reinhardt's weight at first. Really, monster or not, what kind of horse wouldn't? It feels about how he'd feel if someone slipped a backpack of weights onto his human-ish self. It takes him a moment after the initial faltering to stand back up to his full height, but by then it feels fine to him. He's just never been ridden before, and he's a little annoyed it's not uncomfortable. Being a beast of burden is a strange thing.
He points his head in the direction Reinhardt points out, whinnying and huffing again in confirmation. A mobile house. That should be easy to spot, right? He goes from standing to full-out galloping instead of building up to the speed—and since there's no saddle, hopefully his heavy friend can hold on tight.]
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He falters underneath Reinhardt's weight at first. Really, monster or not, what kind of horse wouldn't? It feels about how he'd feel if someone slipped a backpack of weights onto his human-ish self. It takes him a moment after the initial faltering to stand back up to his full height, but by then it feels fine to him. He's just never been ridden before, and he's a little annoyed it's not uncomfortable. Being a beast of burden is a strange thing.
He points his head in the direction Reinhardt points out, whinnying and huffing again in confirmation. A mobile house. That should be easy to spot, right? He goes from standing to full-out galloping instead of building up to the speed—and since there's no saddle, hopefully his heavy friend can hold on tight.]