Casting his eyes over the interior of the dimly lit stables he quickly located Buck, the stallion lazily munching upon something from what the boy could make out from where he stood. Dust seemed to fill the air, the stench of horses was both revolting and yet comforting to the young lad, although he made a conscious effort to breath as little as possible whilst in the stable. Running his eyes over each stable he smiled softly at the other horses filled the stools, some he recognised as communal ones whilst others he knew belonged to other pack members and he grinned as he walked past each, mentally calling out each ones name and pleasing himself as he remember most of them. The stables were one of his many personal places, where he rarely encountered others and he could easily escape to and if someone was there he could simply take Buck out and disappear with the stallion for the day all in the name of hunting.
As he reached bucks stool he shrugged his bag off his shoulder and carefully placed it out of the way just outside the stallions stool and lifted his head, flashing the stallion a mischievous grin. Although he planned to get some hunting done before turning Buck into a living canvas, the grin promised the horse that although the threat of turning into an art project wasn't immediate, it was going to happen at some point that day. Reaching out his hand found the lock upon the stool door but before he could unlatch it he froze in place, ears perking forward and head swivelling round to face the stable doors, green eyes falling upon the white form that was his sister.
Aya' he called out, uncertain why she was here and what she wanted, a frown worming it's way upon his face. He noticed that she hadn't been around as much but hadn't thought much on the matter; he was still sulking with his sister, despite not really having a reason to be angry with her. Pulling his hand away from the lock he crossed both arms over his chest and turned to face her, titling his head to the side in a silent question. His hoodie's sleeves were rolled up, revealing a grey left arm with a black design dyed onto it; one of the few things that differed between himself and Al was the young lad's grey markings whilst his twin was practically pure white. Although the latest addition of clothes, dyed designs and a few black dreads held distinguish him as an individual. What ya want? Betta be important, I gots things to do he spoke the words, not bothering to pronounce things correctly.
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