Noss nodded at the boy's explanation and could sympathize. Noss did not speak it very well at all--a snippet of a word, at most--and did not very well deign to learn. He'd much rather be hunting or sparring--all that manly-man stuff--than learning another language. It had taken enough cajoling from his father to learn not only their native tongue but the more-commonly used English. And still he found his voice was accented in the way that most of his words were guttural, and not at all smooth and flowing.
"AniWaya, huh?" It appeared as if his sister's pack was well-connected to this one, since this was not the first time he had heard mention of the place among the wolves of Cour des Miracles. The boy had also said 'a few weeks'. "So you only got him recently then?" The horse seemed so accustomed to the boy and that pasture that it seemed hard to believe, though. Alder, as he was named, began to lead Noss graciously to the stables while asking the grey man's preferences, although Noss was just happy to find a mount. While a bit timid for Noss's liking, the boy was agreeable and thorough, which he could appreciate. "Not many; just strong enough to ride with me." He hoped that didn't come off as arrogant, as he meant it that he agreed with the young man in that finding a horse of the right size for someone of their size was difficult in itself. The stables were not overflowing with horses, but there were a fair amount of them, and Noss was pleased that Alder perhaps had one to fit the bill. Arriving at the stall, he saw that his perchance upon the boy had been a spirit-sent luck. There inside was a large stallion--a draft horse by the look of him--with a deep chestnut hide and black mane. His forelegs had black socks while the hind-legs had white, and there was a stripe of white from his brow to his nose as well. Stepping up to the partition he let the horse greet him like he had with Hawthorn, examining him in a similar way as well. In many ways, he was perfect. "He does more than well," Noss said good-naturedly as he patted the horse's muzzle. "Does he have a name?"
Warrior walks. "Warrior talks." Warrior thinks.
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