for Jaz or Anann or both... Alder misses her lol. And he's not alone, here & here is who hes bringing with him along with his normal horse Hawthorn.[/html]
The path was narrow, and the three horses walked slowly and carefully. One single line, the darkest, the bay and the painted. Alder looked up, straightening his back and rolling his shoulders. The ride had been long, but his thick core and muscular legs were toned for such a trip. The two had a duo of followers, which was odd, and he looked back at the two often to make sure their packs were straight and that they were not fatigued. The Marshal was confident in his own stallion, Hawthorn was trained daily, and though he had met Alder with a bit of a rounded shape the horse had toned out nicely right along side his friend and rider. The masked wolf headed north, as he had since before the dawning of the Sun.
Casa di Cavalieri was a new frontier for the male. And Alder had almost headed towards his mother's pack out of habit when he started through the familiar trails of the Court, but the Sun told him where north was, and instinct and scent told him that he was nearing the borders. Though not as timid as he had once been in his short lifetime when the quartet met the invisible and fresh boundary he faulted the line firmly.
Tupelo whinnied, complaining as she always did. The white and tan mare was at the back of the line for a reason. Her belly was extended, heavy with a foal that still had many months before it's birth, and so she was slower. Alder swung his leg across the back of the shire and went to the ground. Black hands went to the tethers that connected them all and moved the mare and the brown stallion to the shade of a near by tree. He ran his hands over the belly of the mare, remembering the words his mentor had once told him. Her tone was steady as ever, and he hoped that the golden wolfess was well in these new lands. Beside the ebony warrior he had met during the raid of AniWaya he was sure she was.
Then, with his white blazed friend standing towards the scent of a new pack Alder rose his black tipped nose and closed masked eyes that matched the sky. He called, deep and low at first as his voice heightened and peaked with a natural canid accent. It called for authority, and all in friendship.
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