The little patchwork girl had recovered from her moment of shyness with her usual quickness, grinning at the male as he spoke to her, he rubbed his chin as he spoke of the Aatte name. She looked up at him with large blue eyes, he already knew her surname! Who had he met that had shared the same name? Perhaps he was her ochre father's friend, the male was a knight after all and often wandered here and there to other packs when he was not busy protecting their own, or perhaps he had come here before to meet the members of Cour Des Miracles and her Daddy had greeted him at the borders? Or maybe he knew the mysterious female that had arrived nearby to the pack not so long ago, the sable woman who had turned out to be her father's grandmother, her father had been uneasy around her, but she herself had thought that the woman had seemed nice enough, it seemed that her grandfather had done something bad, really bad, which had made her daddy cautious of his grandmother, but surely she would not do the same things, the little female remembered her words, she had said that she would rather die than cause harm to any of her family members, surely she could not be all that bad after all, she seemed to love her father after all, baddies didn't seem to love anyone, so she couldn't be a baddie. Sudden curiousity washed over the small patchwork female and she could not help but ask how the male knew her surname, why he had made it seem that it was familiar to him. Her tail wagged with the prospect of meeting one of her Daddy's friends.
"How do you know my surname? Have you met my Daddy? Is that how you know it?" The little fae asked, her tail wagging, watching the male as she looked him over, he wasn't a baddie that her Daddy had fought surely? No, her father would not have hurt anyone that badly and this male did not seem like the kind of male that would attack her homeland. He seemed like a nice wolf, so far he had been nothing but kind and polite to her after all, and Scarlett seemed at ease with him now, she seemed to be a good judge of character in the young female's eyes, after all she had warmed to Robin quickly, so the male could not be bad at all.
The male then took the reins from her, examining Scarlett all over, the female stood patiently, allowing herself to be manhandled, letting out a snort as the male peered into her mouth, but standing still and not attempting to kick or bite the male. She was used to this treatment, the males that worked at the stables had been thorough whenever they had checked her, checking that her mouth was free from any marks or cuts, checking her eyes and legs and feet, it simply seemed to be the way of her fur covered masters. The female had always had a patient nature, despite her young years, being only five, she acted as though she was a much older mare and had a natural maternal instinct, something which had come into effect when she had met the little patchwork girl who came every day to talk to her, she felt that the little female needed protecting, needed a friend and the pale mare had been more than happy to provide this service for the young wolf. Robin watched with interest as the male checked the female horse over, she had never seen it done before and it was fascinating, she wondered what he could tell from looking at her hooves and in her mouth, Scarlett did not seem to mind, but the little female was filled with curiosity. When the reins were handed over to her again she opened the mare's mouth, peering into it, it was mostly empty and uninteresting, except for the pieces of grass that the mare had snatched from the ground only moments before.
"I don't see what you were looking at, why were you looking in her mouth? And why were you looking at her feet?" The little female asked, staring up at the male, Scarlett tossed her head slightly and nudged at the small girl's shoulder again before lowering her head to chew on yet more grass, the small patchwork girl assumed that she often did not get grass, she had never seen the pale horse outside of her stable, so she didn't mind the female munching away, although she could not understand how she liked grass, Robin had tried it and it was vile. The male pointed at his horse and then said that he was from Ichika Ho-en, the little female nodded, she did not know where this pack was, but she had heard of it before, she just knew that it was a long way away. She smiled at the horse and waved, "hello Noah's horsey!" She called in greeting, just as she had done for Scarlett and for Rem when she had met them, she smiled at the mare as she recieved a whinny in reply, Scarlett raised her head and neighed back at her, it seemed the mares were chatting.
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