Alder had taken to a routine. It was a good thing; the consistency of the day-to-day tasks that he knew needed to be completed. He did them until he was perfect at it, could do them almost mindlessly, and until they became second nature to him. He was not a determined wolf, no. But he did try and he tried hard to make things as right as they could be. So his small room in Haven and Princess’ cabin was tidy and neat (though there were speckles of dust and perhaps a book laid out on his bed), the stables smelled better these days then they had when he first arrived, and there was always a fresh rabbit hanging outside the cabin door ready for whom ever was hungry. He did those things to earn his place among the pack, and learned everything that a teacher was willing to teach so that he would not be without new things to earn his keep.
The tall male held the rope of the mare’s rope halter and walked easily through the snow. It was a cold day, but not one that would break through the thick coat he owned and not one that would make his worry about the mare. She was still nameless, for she refused to tell him what she called herself. But then Alder figured that she called herself nothing more then me or I. {{Come now}} He asked her in the speech that she knew. Their relationship had grown since Element had taught him the language of prey, and Alder had grown an even great appreciation for those kind of creatures. But she was a quiet creature and fit well with the youth.
The short and soft call made his brown ears fall to his head and his gaze turned in the direction from which it came. He opened his nose to search for a new scent instinctively, and found a feminine fragrance. Young body turned to track it, but then Alder hesitated. The mare did not, and began to walk and follow the scent. The boy didn’t protest but thought of the young doe that was lain across the horses back. Perhaps they were falling into a trap, lured by a soft voice only to be ambushed by a rouge pack and have his small catch and horse stolen from him.
But she was alone, her pale blond form standing against the alabaster snow and he paused with distance still between them. Are you lost miss? He called to her, after a long moment of simply watching her.
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