"How does that matter if it's standing still simply because it's too dumb to consider another option?" Geralt growled the question, looking at the horse in question again. He wished there were some obvious deformity to the thing-- a missing leg or a harelip. A shockingly golden coat was never going to ring as a problem to Jaskier. The horse shook his head, flopping his mane around his high, arched neck and for the love of Kaer Morhen, what had the rancher bred to get such a beast? Geralt fleeting considered that maybe it was a dark creature and then sighed. Unfortunately not.

"No," he said again, and walked away. They could find something else. Something less... loud.