As she led him back to the wagon, her eyes wandered over the beach in search of anything that could be useful in their travels. Sometimes odd things could be found in odd places and Dixie was a little treasure hunter when she got to certain points. The beach was just there perfect place to look for something special! Sadly, they reached the horses and the wagon before anything interesting caught her eye. Her fingers tapped the top of Mido’s head gently and she crouched down at his side, pointing to the horses. The really big on is named Fern, and she just had her baby, the colt over there, about a week ago. The gorgeous stud sulking over there is my boy, Duke. They are used to the two legged form, just in case you wanted to shift around. She smiled and stood again, leaning into the wagon and grabbing a lone saddle bag, a long stick and a deer skin satchel that could double as a shoulder pack.
Wayne had watched their approach and was off sulking with Duke, feeling left out. He had shifted back into Optime form but went without putting on his pants. Something in his over dominant and testosterone laden brain said that he had to show off his cajones to any other man who wanted to get near his girl. Not that he wanted men to be looking at him that way…he just wanted them to know that he was the big badass around and she was his and his only, even if she didn’t know it yet. He was leaned against the medium sized stallion, stroking grass over the horse’s back and hips to get the dead hair and dirt off, eyes narrowed as he watched Dixie and Mido interacting. There really wasn’t much to be jealous of in the case of Dixie reacting to anyone. She never seemed to give in to advances that anyone, including himself, made towards her. Whether she was just totally oblivious or just ignoring them was lost on the tan male.
Dixie sat down near the water line and opened the satchel, pulling out some nylon strings and thin wires, and then attaching one to the end of the stick with a wooden carved hook on the end. A little piece of dried meat was speared on the tip. Ready for some fish, boys?! She laughed and stood quickly, pulling the satchel up and around her neck before skipping out into the freezing water till it reached her hips. Hopefully she’d be able to bring something in and not disappoint their guest.
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