Rolling in the Deep

Dixie-May Jackson · 10-14-2011, 11:26 PM

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Dixie was a little bit too busy with the big black stallion to be listening to the other Luperci converse. Wayne stepped in for her, his usually silent self opening up slightly when he heard about the war. When the woman began telling the shorter male about the war in the south, he remembered the young one that they’d dined with a while back. ”We were down near AniWaya recently and helped one of the youngsters. Claudius was his name…poor kid was all beat up and can’t speak a straight sentence.”He shook his head slowly and took a step closer, turning his back to Dixie and the horses so he could concentrate on the speaking.

When Jazper asked about a possibly town or any fortified place that a pack might be able to reside, Wayne’s partially droopy ears perked up and he whipped around, one hand reaching out and dropping onto the white girls shoulder. She jumped a little and glared up at him, snapping a soft ‘what’, frustrated that he’d interrupted her time with the horse. The male repeated the question to her and her pale green eyes lit up. ”Yes! Not too far from here, actually. We didn’t go in, but there’s a big ol’ wall and what looks ta be buildin’s inside. Would be worth the short trip.”

Dixie stroked her little hand over Rem’s face and soft nose once more before making smooching noises at him and walking away. Leaning against her own horse, she smiled as Duke turned and nuzzled his face against her chest and stomach, trying to get some attention. ”Come on, we’ll show ya.” Still smiling, she turned and jumped, pulling herself up onto Duke’s bare back easily and taking a handful of his mane. Wayne followed suit and pulled himself up onto Fern’s back. They waited patiently while the other readied themselves.

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