[Evil Tink]

Solomon laughed, "Don't be my boy! It's perfectly fine. In fact, you may hug me whenever you wish." He winked, turning to the side and putting his fingers to his lips and whistled loudly.

Jack came running from the stables, "Yes..Solomon?" He was a bit out of breath and definitely smelled of something unpleasant.

Solomon grimaced at the smell, "What happened to you?"

"Well, it appears I've miscalculated Rilov's health today. He..seems to have...had an extreme bowel movement..." He looked away from the medically challenged horse, "I think it's the joint medications."

Solomon sighed deeply, glancing back at the horse and was silent for a moment, then he nodded, "Call the vet, tell him the meds are making him sick. They're probably too strong, since he's still so young. Don't give him is next set of doses unless the vet says it's okay." He hopped the fence, a pretty impressive feat since it was about 5 feet high to prevent the horses from jumping it.

He whistled twice, two short bursts and the young stallion came over with a nicker.

Jack nodded, "Sir..what did you need from me?"

He didn't look back, "Can you grab Zera's tack? I want to exercise her a bit."

He nodded and hurried off.

Solomon gently placed his hand on the stallion's nose, "I'm sorry about the medication." He continued to massage the horse's body, smiling as the stallion nickered a bit, lowering his head, enjoying the massage. "Perhaps I will have to put him through surgery. Oh, Holden, feel free to jump in here. These two are quite mellow around humans, considering..." He barely noted his slip, too involved with helping the horse feel better.