"Pony boy?! Hah!" the little nickname only made him slightly offended. He was still riding his own high and, to oppose the nickname, made a show of showing off his stallion backlegs. Prancing elegantly on all fours, wings slightly outstretched to add bravado as he pranced in a line.
And then the bad boys were out, some not-so-elegant wings unfurling from the use of magic. He didn't believe the boy at first when he said he hiked up here, but judging from the state of the wings it wasn't entirely implausible. But the next words were absolute blasphemy: Never flown?! Never flown?! What kind of horse s-- "See, now, you're lucky you met a guy like me, 'cause I can see you're in a lot of need," He walked a little closer to the edge to look out over the landscape, judging almost immediately that trying to practice flight on sheer cliffs was absolutely not a good idea. "I was born with these wings, used them to get out of a lot of sticky situations," some he created, intentionally or otherwise, but that's besides the point, "I could do tricks around you in such speed your head would pop off just trying to keep up with me, so boy--" he'd stop suddenly, turning to face the wolf, "--ah, what was your name again? ... You won't find no better teacher around here. So what could you offer me in return?" then, he'd turn his whole body so it faced them, "Well, what're you good at?" came the curious question.