OOC:Horrible with titles.WC:397
Just being accepted into the pack only a few days ago, Lili found herself overwhelmed by everything. They even lived in huts, that was something her mother or father hadn’t told her. She knew now and it was almost too much. She’d been spending her time in the town hall, but she knew that she wasn’t going to stay there the rest of her life. She wondered how she could get her own hut? Well maybe she would ask when the time was right. Right now she was moving slowly through the village, thinking of what she should do. She was at a total loss right now, back when she was with her parents they were busy most of the day or just laid in the grass when there wasn’t anything to do, right now there was so much to explore but since there was so much she didn’t know where to start! She moved through the village like a lost puppy daydreaming about something magical, but this new reality was the magical place.
Then she spotted the stables, that would be something familiar! She trotted over to it and slipped inside. there they were, nickering neighing softly, sleeping, but they were horses. She sighed smiling happily, she went over to the nearest occupied stall to a chestnut horse, she put her hands up to its nose and started whispering to the horse to show it she meant it no harm. The thought of the horse reminded her of the days that she’d been with her mother learning to train them. The pain was still fresh in her memory, knowing her mother wasn’t going to come back to her and teach her about this horse. Now she had to tell herself, it didn’t look like a riding horse, the muscles looked like it pulled something more than anything, maybe someone used a carriage or something, but that would be silly, wouldn’t it? Well she’ll know soon enough. The horse loked to be about 17 hands tall. It looked taken care of well enough. Well she knew how to take care and brush them well enough, as well as break a wild horse. Perhaps that was what she could do for the pack. She thought as she stroked the horse’s head, a few tears running down her cheeks. The wounds in her heard were not yet finished healing.
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