Quinn was leaning on the fence to to the pasture, watching the horses graze happily. She would see Missy, her arabian, trot around happily before picking a spot and grazing for a few minutes and then repeating. Chuckling slightly her eyes manages to see movement out of the corner of her eyes. She turned her head to see the stallion slowly heading her way. She didn't move a muscle, but simply smiled to the stallion.