What Say YOU?

Wayne McCoy · 04-13-2012, 08:22 AM

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I been all night drivin' heifers

Closer in to lower ground

Then I spent the mornin' thinkin'

'Bout the ones the wolves pulled down

Word Count → 489 :: I was asked to go ahead and jump in here so we can get this moving. :3 Since there are so many people involved, we should probably have a skip policy so no one's kept waiting too long. <3

The dusty-colored man was finally getting back into the swing of his full duties. After his promotion, he’d only been driven to keep himself and the horses in good shape, patrolling often along the borders, springing gifts of flowers and cooked meat on Dixie when they managed to find a few minutes to be by themselves. Being a Sinistra did not mean more duties just yet, but he knew he had added unspoken responsibilities to better serve Anann and all of Casa di Cavalieri, whether through actions or council.

Today was not quite meant to be a patrol. He’d wanted to hunt instead, but his bad shoulder had prevented the frequency of shifted needed to do that and store the food and care for the horses. He’d started to learn how to make knots and snares, however, from toying with the twine often kept for Dixie’s baskets. He was no expert, but when he rode Fern along the game trail he’d been investigating the past few times, he found one snared rabbit.

Freeing the creature from the fishing line caught around its neck, he held it up for inspection then mounted the horse again. He tied the rabbit to the saddle, setting Fern at a walk again with a tiny tap of his heels.

A howl made the mongrel lift his head, and he frowned out of habit before turning the mare in that direction. They made good time, trotting along that section of border until the grass of the shore came into view. Not simply one, but four luperci stood waiting—with the giant’s shape of Lorenzo Knight standing before them.

Brow furrowed, Wayne bade the flaxen chestnut horse walk closer. They reached the edge of the boundary markings, and Fern whickered as she surveyed the black draft horse. Two of the wolves were children, he could see—a family of refugees?

Lorenzo asked the customary question, and the Labrador cross only stared at the family. He didn’t bother getting won from the horse; he was higher than both the loners and Enzo in rank, and he was still a little uncertain about the state of his injured shoulder. He wasn’t unduly suspicious of every newcomer, but he was still well-cautioned.

He caught most of what the head of the family—a white-grey wolf—answered to the question. He wanted sanctuary, but he was also showing off wares, quickly producing a trio of flutes for Lorenzo’s benefit.

Wayne McCoy spoke in his usual gruff drawl. “You ask for a pack to protect ’n’ love you, but what skills d’you have to offer in return, other ’n making flutes?” He remembered Amy, and he was a bit wary of this supposed merchant. “And why d’you choose Casa di Cavalieri over the other packs?” That was the question that always interested him the most—and it was important to him, he who had the rank to accept them now.

Wayne by Nat; table code from the Mentors!

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