“Riley. What are you doing?”
They were never going to get used to the unicorn talking in their head. “Getting my dog back.” Gretta was their dog, even if she was bought for William. Gretta apparently didn’t think much about the entire situation, so she wasn’t helping Riley get her back.
“Do you need any help?”
Riley thought about it, dropping down to the other side of the fence. “Can you open up crates without touching them?” they asked, not expecting much.
They heard a door open. Several, in fact.
“You’re OP,” Riley stated, watching Gretta and a few other animals getting out of the containment. They whistled and Gretta came over, looking rather bored. Then again, it didn’t look as though any of the animals were underfed. Probably stiff legged, but not by too much. Probably treated average here. Not that Riley had been worried about that, simply that Gretta had to come home or Will would be upset. “You still upset with me?” they asked the dog.
Gretta just looked at her.
“Is everything all right?” the unicorn asked.
“Yes, thank you.”
Whatever Riley had done to gain the friendship of a unicorn, they had no idea. With Gretta alongside, they went home.