Alvin was trying to get the pony to calm down with soothing sounds and some long pats to her neck. He'd always been reasonably good with animals, sans cats for some reason, but he'd never had much experience with anything quite so large. Maybe he ought to find Sloane wherever she was; his sister had turned into quite the animal whisperer. Still, he knew where the pony belonged and figured he might as well get it back. So much for his snack and nap idea.

Looking down at his lost apple cider and donut, Alvin was surprised to see some little weasel of some kind he'd never seen before picking up his donut. "Well I guess you can have it," he chuckled, feeling rather like some strange sort of version of a fairy princess from one of those childhood books his mother had always read. Weren't they the ones who were supposed to attract all of the woodland creatures? Why couldn't this luck extend to Splash sometimes? Keeping an eye on that thing had been a chore.