Brooklyn watched the stallion approach her her brow creased in confusion. Why would a loose horse approach her when he had all the land to run but she did not trust him for the fact he was a stallion. Yes she had worked with many horses in her fine but that also meant she had dealt with a lot of aggressive horses too. When the stallion began to nudge her pockets she knew wat he wanted, a treat. She checked her phone again then threw it onto the ground when it wouldn't work. When he nudged her a second time she reached to her back pocket and pulled out a crop, it wasn't much but it was better than using her hands. She raised the crop as high as she could and attempted to bring it down on the stallions neck.
The crop defiantly wouldn't kill him or hurt him enough to leave a permenate mark but she didn't like him in her personal space. Being that Brooklyn had worked with many horses over her lifespan she knew stallions were unpredictable and often aggressive, putting her on the defensive side when she meets a new stallion. She had a scar on her collar bone from where she had been kicked by a stallion and never healed, that didn't help her hostility towards stallions. She stared at him wide wide brown eyes, partially full of fear but also curiosity.