giddy up pony into the sunset we go

Jupiter eyed the stallion skeptically but only parted with a moody "Hmmmm..." He wanted to keep this guy, after all, so it paid to be on his best behavior. Or whatever passed as good behavior for the hooligan. In this instance it involved holding his tongue. He wasn't quite sure he believed the horse's explanation. Sure, he'd seen wolves who weren't exactly civilized, but he chalked it up to a lack of parenting (totally not pointing fingers at himself here) and/or a couple of loose screws. And the explanation did nothing to explain the assload of clearly dumb prey animals.

But that wasn't worth losing his new pet horse over so he wasn't going to pursue it.

Thankfully the horse provided an easy escape of that sticky conversation. "Ah," he purred, still satisfied with his victory. "Yes of course. See, I'm getting into the trade business and I need someone such as yourself -big and strong and all of that-" He was laying it on thick and he didn't care if the horse saw through him. "To pull my cart and carry my bags."