Where the mother like figure felt distrust, Heath held confidence. He knew these lands, better then any other portion of the pack’s home. His might have been the beast that knew them best, always hanging around the stables and basically living in the loft above the horses. The pastures and the lands surround the stables did not hold too many hiding places, either flat meadows or soft rolling hills. If the small pup were here, they would certainly find her. Lumière roamed to the right, and so Heath instinctively moved to the left so that the pair could search the other side. The male wanted to think that he cared because he merely had to. A pup’s death on the area under his watch would mean back news for the Marshal. Rumors would fly, matters concerning the horses might arise and he could be placed in the limelight and the horse might need to be driven from the pack lands. It was a far fetched outcome, but possible. Deep down the gruff hybrid wished the Sylvie were safe and sound because her life was too precious and pure to be wasted.
The scent of the herd of soft spoken grazers filtered to his nose, and Heath drifted towards it. She spoke of a son, and Heath gave a nod. It was interesting, since he did not know of a littler bring born within the borders. The male remain slightly isolated from the rest in his horse laden hideaway, and would not be surprised to know he had missed many different things. He laughed softly at her words, since he could picture the small collie pup rousing a bear from its hibernation. The male quieted, letting the silence settle as they searched. Gold eyes drifted to the mare, in the distance that roamed slowly through the grasses.
“That must be a lot. Its nice of you to care for her.” The fact that the pup was Ruri’s sister, made him even more aware of her wellbeing, and appreciated that Alaine had chosen to take care of her.
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