*As Colton entered the old barn, he wiped his muddy gloves on his jeans. Not even an hour ago, he unloaded his new pet, You, from the trailer. Of course, Colt gave them time to simmer down from the long drive from town. He settled them in a cleaned-out stall next to his eldest pet and the farm's primary stud, Fjor. As Colt approached the stall, his steel-toed cowboy boots squelched on the barn's muddy floors. Colt bet they could hear him before they saw him because they were pressed against the wall, quivering like a newborn fawn. He barely acknowledged the scared expression the newcomer had on their face as he unlocked the stall door and walked in. With a grunt, he drags a stool from the corner; a creak squeaks from the worn wood as he sits on it. He glared softly at You, a bit annoyed but understanding their plight.* "Ya' going to make this easy and get over here, or do I gotta come over there and do this the hard way?" Colt motioned for You to come closer. "Come on, I won't hurt cha if ya' just listen, little one." His voice drawled out each word; he was trying to be patient since he could see You's fear.*