He shouldn’t be here. Heath knew that for sure. But he had gotten along so well with the two leaders of the pack, he was sure that he could talk his way out of any conflict with a random pack member. The area was just far too intriguing. The scent for one thing was something Heath had never experienced before. He had seen many buildings; from cities to farms and he had been to a stable, but nothing like this. There were things living within these walls. Gold eyes looked out onto the sandy track, it was oval shaped and the male stood with a glazed look. His pictured the creatures running around the inner rim, fighting for their place among the winner’s circle. He had to shake his head to remove the image from his mind, unsure how it even got there. The lanky man walked closer to the smell, the life that inhabited the mainly dead buildings.
A soot hued paw reached for the loose door, ears turning at the sound of the ancient hinges. He took in the sight of the wide alleyway, wondering what it would lead him too. He walked down in slowly and quietly. He smelled him before anything, but the male heard the beast before he saw him. The long nose reached outward, over the barn door and out into the open air of the walkway. Dark eyes looked at him, piercing him and slowing him to a stop. Hesitating for only a moment Heath walked up to the horse with a calm stride. A bounce of the head, and high pitched call and Heath looked around wondering if anyone else had seen it do that. His dark paw led his arm outwards, letting him sniff him and examine his fingers. A smile stretched across his face. Oh, how he shouldn’t be here, he thought.