...She stops in what she's doing, looks down at her finger, and tries not to feel like an idiot. "I'm still not used to it, okay?" she says, looking down more towards the ground (though she'll insist that's where the horsefeet are if she gets called on it). At least she knows enough about horses to know that it's a smarter idea to try to mess with their front legs than their back; she bends down on her haunches alongside it, passing the horrid beast some small, ineffective comfort as she does.

"There, there," she says quietly, stopping short of stroking its leg as she reaches down to pick up its front hoof. There's... definitely a horseshoe there, nailed in firmly in such a way that Anna would probably need tools or outside assistance to actually get it out. Her attention goes up to Kara after a moment of picking at the nails futilely to try to yank them out herself.