For a moment the horse didn't seem to realize she was there, turning in a slow circle and stomping his feet into the grass slightly as he puffed happily. The warm bubbles of delight made him very nearly dance in place. Not his most dignified moment, but he was beyond caring. He was free! If he wanted to act a fool then he embarrassed no one but himself! And its not as though anyone was watching....
When he heard the woman's voice he froze in place, his head whipping around to fix crimson eyes on her. His ears flicked forward as he looked her over, noting how her feet hovered above the ground. When she asked if he understood her, he turned to face the white-haired woman lifting his head.
"I do understand." The stallion said in a deep rumble punctuated by light clinks of his teeth against the bit in his mouth. The tone of his voice, though deep was still warm and colored by his inward delight. His tail flicked slightly before he lowered his chest toward the ground. Watching a horse bow was a rare sight...watching an eight-legged giant horse bow was a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. "Be at peace, fair goddess." He added, still slightly giddy by his freedom. "I am Sleipnir, Son of Loki. I apologize to intrude upon your land thus. I assure you that I mean no harm."