A few horses graze on verdant grass, unpenned and unfettered. They do not try to run, nor hide. Why? These are, as further analysis shows, Companions.
You walk up to one of them, daring to stroke their smooth flanks. On a sudden whim, you leap upon its back, and almost fall off the Companion as it rears. You expect it to try to buck but instead it starts galloping from the stable out into the rest of the estate grounds.
Ride to the Land of Ice and Snow