Tayne stared at the horse in surprise. "What?" He looked around, looking for something that could have startled or upset him. The only thing he could see-- or smell, or hear, for that matter-- was... well, the cell phone. "Don't like cell phones...? Here, I'll... put it away?" Confused, but not wanting to freak the horse out and lose him again, he gently set the phone back down on his seat.
Why the hell would a horse dislike a cell phone? That wasn't even a spook, that was practically a challenge. The thought didn't even cross his mind that the stallion he'd nearly hit, petted and soothed, could be a were-- even if he were capable of scenting a horse-shifter, he wouldn't have known what he was smelling to put a name to it.