Joanne couldn't count how many times she's had to wash dirty hoof-prints from her coat, but it was starting to just get a little annoying.

Most of the horses and pegasi of the various army members took after their riders in terms of temperament. Frederick's horse was well-trained and followed orders from pretty much anyone. Stahl's horse would nuzzle you with its nose and would eat anything offered to it. Sumia's pegasus was rather graceful on its hooves and in the air, but had an unfortunate habit of hitting people with its tail if they walked past. Cordelia's pegasus was like Frederick's, well-trained and obedient, if a bit standoffish.

Sully's horse, however.

Sully was a force to be reckoned with, someone who wasn't afraid to threaten to shove her boot in various places if someone were to irritate her, but she was never outright hostile towards other members of the Shepherds. Her horse, however, was an equine terror unlike anything Joanne had ever seen. (Not that she could remember anything, but that didn't make the horse any less horrifying.) It would snap its powerful jaws at people, it would move to kick members that got too close to it (fortunately Chrom had paid for the fixes to Kellam's armor, but certainly the poor man's chest would have been caved in had he not had that massive armor on.) And that's not even counting when Vaike tried to peep on the girls bathing, and the massive steel-toed beast chased both of them what felt like halfway across Ylisse.

Joanne had collapsed on the table next to Sully at dinner, frustration and anger pressing down on her skull like a pile of lumber. The echo of hoof-prints stung on her back, digging deep into muscles and screaming at her, "you're going to be sore for the next year."

"I'm going to kill Vaike the next time I see him."