Chương 229: I'm not noncommunicative, I'm speaking a different language

Isabelle, and Lyov both looked at the elven male in confusion, making him chuckle. He reached out a hand and stroked Tasslik's velvety muzzle gently. The stallion nickered gently back and pushed his nose forward to allow the touch.

"Tasslik likes people, and humans find him fascinating." He shrugged. "Although I can't imagine he's in a good mood being shoved into a stable with horses...mm..."

A low rumble issued from Tasslik, almost a growl, and Remy glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, raising an eyebrow.

"...Hm. My apologies, Tasslik..." Remy sighed in a slightly condescending manner. "However, isn't it your fault in the first place for refusing to wait where I said to? Mm?"

Tasslik stamped his foot and glared at Remy.

"Oh, no! Don't you put it on me! I'm not the one who got himself tied with a lead to a pole in a stable, now am I? Do you need a blanket and a pacifier while you're at it?"