"W-what are you talking about, Shadowmere? Don't look at me like I'm some kind of pervert. Because I'm not."
I cross my arms over my chest and spear the massive black horse with a deadly glare. The Duke's horse still kept its pacing and snorting every once in a while, the own version of muttering among themselves.
Normally, I never would have thought of trying to make sense of the animalistic grumblings.
Even though I have the ability to make sense as to what the animals are saying, one can't just understand and figure out if someone is muttering under their breath with a bunch of garbled words.
Therefore, in that situation, whether they're animals or
man, I just can't understand anything they're saying.
However, I picked up something from Shadowmere's grumblings that set me on edge
