ill archive [/html]Since the masked male was not perfect at making connections with others, usually just allowing them to pass by him, he was excited about the friendship he had made with Wayne. His own smile was genuine, proud of himself and excited about the prospect of making his dreams come true for the horses and wolves of the Court. Well thanks, that would be great. He replied to the quiet and reserved male. He gave him a nod, trying to keep his excitement inside rather then burst out to embarrass himself. Though Alder did extend his hand to give a parting handshake, and then the two males were suddenly heading on their separate ways.
Alder looked at the tall dark stallion, his smile not yet fading from his face as he thought of the prospect of what the conversation might bring. He was not an accomplished wolf, young in years and naïve in mind. But he knew what he needed to do to make the herd better, and better for the pack. It was important to keep their lines smooth, balanced but sturdy. Too often he saw a rider that was held by a horse that strained under their weight. The beasts had not been created nor altered by the breeding of man and the wild to hold a luperci’s size.
The pair wandered back towards the packlands, deep in thought and conversation.