[Argo huffs softly, Nari coming over and patting him on the neck.]

He's a Clydesdale. A draft horse, though originally this big guy's ancestors were war horses. [Famous? That gets a laugh out of the god.] Naw. Not unless you count the time he decided that he wanted to eat the owner's of the last stable he lived at wig. That made him infamous. This guy will eat anything that looks like straw or smells like apples.

[With a soft noise of approval, Argo nods a few times, then proceeds to snuffle Urashima.]

Seeing as he hasn't bitten you, Argo might just like ya.