Applejack was just on her way to the pasture for another look at this six-legged cattle, happily whistling an old farm tune. Everything around here looked fairly peaceful, perfect for a good afternoon's work. She was even lingering at the riverside, poking a hoof in the river that came right back out when she noticed the long, looming neck coming closer.

"Oh! Uh...beg pardon, didn't mean to touch your water." She'll be quite happy to get away unharmed, really. It was impossible to tell if the creature was tame or not, really. Same as the rest of the wild.