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Milite move wearily beneath his rider, and the rider sat wearily on top. Both were exhausted from the long journey from Freetown and glad to reach the borders. Tony had let Mil ride light, using the horse he intended to gift to his father to store his metalworking things and other random supplies. They were brother's both of a similar height and build with the only difference being their pelt colours. Both had a similar temperament, though Mil was definitely the more hot headed of the pair. He was stubborn and a bit of a dick sometimes but Tony had manage to whittle these incidents down to a rare occasion. Originally, he'd chosen the pair for their size. But found an added gift, he seemed a lot like Jazper.
Tony halted the horses, wiggling slightly in his saddle. 'Looks like we're here guys' he said, not really speaking to the horses. How long had it been? A few months maybe? As brave and tough as he portrayed himself to be, he could not admit to himself that he was shaking in his boots. His dad was an alpha now and he couldn't shake the oddness revolving around respecting his father above the usual parent child submission and respect. Letting out a songful howl, he bit hip lips nervously as he waited.
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