Sorry for the wait! Powerplay of Dixie approved. +3
The cowpokes were out riding when the call from the borders came. It had been far too long since they’d simply rode together, both too busy making sure the horses were taken care of as well as attending to other duties, such as Wayne and his training. Duke and Fern had been happy to trample through the Casa di Cavalieri territory at a gallop, and eventually the pair of luperci had practiced roping—with mixed results. As true as their aim with the lassos was, the unpleasant sensation of being jerked off a horse was something Wayne could do without; he was glad that they were going at only a trot by this point.
The loop came soaring over his head when he heard the howl, and the dusty-furred man quickly reached up and caught it with his fist, tugging hard to the Samoyed mix almost fell off her small stallion. He offered her an apologetic look then gestured in the direction of the call, already tossing her the rope back.
Nudging Fern’s flanks with his heels, the Rispetto male cantered in the direction of the borders with the woman following. He grinned as he glanced over at her, her petite body balanced perfectly on the stallion, as if she and the horse were one. He staved off any more thoughts—of that starlit night—and focused on reaching the territory boundary so they could attend to whoever was asking for them. They’d gotten plenty of visitors before, and Wayne had gotten used to taking time to patrol to make sure no potential joiner was overlooked, so he adapted well to the quickest path there.
Familiar smells reached his nostrils then, as they came out from the sparse trees. One was canine, Ichikan, male, Saul. The others were equine scents, with one in particular that tugged at his heart. He grinned and barked over his shoulder at Dixie-May, who brightened in realization of the same conclusion he’d come to, and finally slowed down the final yards to the Casa borders.
“Saul!” Wayne greeted, dismounting from the large horse in a fluid motion. He stepped toward the other large male, offering a hand to shake—while not bothering to hide his appraisal of the horses with him. Regardless, he was unusually happy to see the wolf he’d gotten to know better during his stay in Ichika no Ho-en, but of course part of that was spurned on by his happiness at seeing Gypsy, who was making scolding noises at Duke already. He chuckled then met the Stormbringer’s green eyes. “What brings ya down here?”
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