Tayne laughed softly, giving the horse's cheeks and ears a good scratching, half-holding the great head against his chest and shoulder. "Yeah, you're definitely tame." It was soothing, petting something, even something big and largely unfamiliar to him. It only served to remind him how exhausted he was, now that the adrenaline of the surprise and the necessity of being calm and soothing had passed. Tayne closed his eyes and rested his head on the horse's neck. "Probably oughta call animal control," he murmured. "Or the vet, or somethin'. You sure as hell oughtn't be running around in the packlands; some wolf pack'll bring you down and then where will you be?" He seemed a fine animal, friendly if a little spookish, and obviously abused. Someone ought to give him a better home.