[ it's not Merida, he needs to be concerned about.
It's the Scottish Clydesdale that nearly trampled him, halted only by the horse's common sense that this was most definitely not part of the usual path, and Merida's sense of alertness. ]
Easy, laddie! [ she's quick to call to the horse, pulling on the reins to get him to back up-- both to keep the boy un-stomped on, and to get a better look at him. ]
that is fine too
It's the Scottish Clydesdale that nearly trampled him, halted only by the horse's common sense that this was most definitely not part of the usual path, and Merida's sense of alertness. ]
Easy, laddie! [ she's quick to call to the horse, pulling on the reins to get him to back up-- both to keep the boy un-stomped on, and to get a better look at him. ]
... Is he dead, d'you think?