Nathaniel shuddered. He had never had someone else touch his horns before. He often did when he took care for them, sanding them down so they weren't too sharp and polishing them with Zaleh oil. He knew that they were as sensitive as his ears, and often made him feel warm and fuzzy whenever he touched them. He blushed slightly, but hid his excitement easily. Even though his tail was wagging as he looked up at Garrison. "I'd love to see it all." He hoped he could be by Garrison always, but he had a feeling that he couldn't always be by the man.

"And I want to meet everyone else. I hope they aren't too mean. I'm just little, after all," he didn't want to be hurt or pushed around by the bigger men.