The ride back to the beach where they had started off was pretty uneventful, only livened up by the new foal and the occasional meeting with other canines. For a few hours a day, as they took many breaks, Dixie would ride in the back of the wagon and weave thin twigs and vines together. The process was taking her forever because of the lack of materials that she was used to, but it was slowly getting done. The weaved shape grew from a few strands, to a bowl type thing about fifteen inches deep and at least twenty inches in diameter. It was solid, perhaps the weave wasn’t tight enough to hold water, but it would keep most dirt and bugs out. When she was done with the first one, she made Wayne stop in a grassy area and took her knife out to cut a few armfuls of the tall strands. They were perfect, after being soaked in salt water, for making more of these baskets. Wayne thought she was silly, but he also thought that she was immeasurably adorable in her musings and went along with pretty much anything she wanted.
By the time the small group had reached the beach again, Dixie had three baskets around the same size and shape, though they all varied in color. Duke, her chestnut stallion, had gotten a nice long break from being ridden, and he was feeling good, often times kicking up little games of tag with the little foal that ran alongside them. The large mare pulling the wagon was doing so with ease, apparently not finding the weight of the ‘vehicle’ or the luperci and their belongings to be particularly heavy. She just walked along, watching her colt play as she moved. When the grass and rock turned to soft sand and beach shrubs, all of the horses began to get antsy, wanting to go for a run in the surf. Wayne stopped the wagon a ways back out of the softer sand so it wouldn’t get stuck and then let Fern go, grinning as the huge mare shot off like a bullet to join the smaller stallion and her baby.
Wayne shimmied out of his frayed jeans and tossed them onto the wagon, getting ready to follow the horses out to play in the water. He had just shifted into Secui form when the howl came. His head snapped up and he scented the wind, growling softly at Dixie when she started walking towards the sound on two legs. In his halfling form, the male’s shoulders reached past the girl’s waist, she was so little. He pushed in close to her and rubbed his side against her legs annoyingly until she reached out and fisted one tiny hand into the scruff of his neck, acknowledging his want for her to stay with him. His form was a bit off looking, seeing as his Labrador side made him a lot bulkier looking and his wolf half caused his fur to be much thicker. Dixie thought he was damn adorable though. They kept getting closer until they found the other canine, walking up within fifteen feet of the male before stopping. Wayne huffed softly and sat down, placing his body slightly in front of the girl’s. She just rolled her eyes and waved to the other male, Hi there! We heard you call from up the beach…did you need help or just some company?
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