The horse remained mildly interested in Jim, snuffling at his hand and his hair the color of wheat. Kirk pulled back as the horse lipped at it - an easy task given the animal was so tall. His shoulder was well above Kirk's head, which wasn't so intimidating as it was promising. Besides, he had known any draft animal he was after would be tall.

Kirk began to scratch at his forelock and behind his ear. The dapple, for his part, took on a blissful expression and lowered his head to enjoy the attention, looking not unlike a rather large dog.