"These are horse tracks," Jag explained. So she'd turned into a centaur, and proper believed she was one, complete with no memory of this place. "We haven't got any other centaurs around." There was a bit of a questioning lilt to the word, centaurs; for all he knew that wasn't what she would call herself. "The horses are in the stable, though," he added, jerking a thumb to indicate the building he'd come out of.