Jake and Bombproof's first meeting doesn't go as planned.
"Okay, here goes nothing."
Once Jake was fed and dressed up, Striker picked him up, covered him with his blankie, and headed outside. It's been a few weeks; Jake had gained some weight, so he was old enough to be introduced to Bombproof.
He couldn't help but feel a little guilty. He'd seldom spent time with his horse since Jake was born, as he had to take care of his son. Sure, Striker never forgot to feed or groom Bombproof whenever he got free time, but... it just wasn't the same. He missed feeling the wind against his face as rode Bombproof through the open fields of Wrath.
Striker carefully shifted Jake in his left arm so he could use his fingers to whistle. A loud neigh echoed from the woods. Bombproof trotted merrily towards him, snorting happily as he nuzzled his master's cheek.
"Hey, boy." Striker patted the stallion's neck just in the spot he liked. "Sorry I haven't taken ya out as often as before." Nicker. "Oh, trust me. Lookin' after a baby on my own isn't as easy as ya think, bud."
A squeal and squirming in his arm reminded Striker of what he had come to do. Carefully, he lifted the blanket to check on Jake. the impling was looking up at him, tiny hand grasping his scarf.
"It's alright, kiddo. There's someone I'd like ya to meet."
The blanket was fully lifted. Bombproof stared at the little squirming, smelly thing, ears pointing forward. Jake's eyes widened at the sight of the big animal. Naturally, as the horse leaned in to sniff him, Jake started to cry.
"Nonono, it's alright, my boy." Striker cooed when the impling hid his face into his chest. "Bombproof ain't gonna eat ya. He's a good friend of daddy." Bombproof snorted indignantly. Striker rolled his eyes. "I mean, daddy's best friend."