[The Ponyta perks up at the sight of food. When Letha passes the can to Ivar, he holds it out, trying to get it to come near, but it's stubborn enough to stand its ground, coming close, but not close enough to stick its muzzle in the can. The stand-off lasts for about a minute before Ivar sighs.]
Alright. You win.
[He sets the can down on the ground and wheels back a few feet, letting the Ponyta come close at its own pace. More at ease now that it doesn't have to eat from his hand, it comes close, and dips its muzzle into the can, delicately eating bits of the food.]
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Alright. You win.
[He sets the can down on the ground and wheels back a few feet, letting the Ponyta come close at its own pace. More at ease now that it doesn't have to eat from his hand, it comes close, and dips its muzzle into the can, delicately eating bits of the food.]