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After his visit with Skye, he had heard a lowing from the stables. As he approached, the young male could smell the stench of cow manure among other scents. He wrinkled his nose, but the curiosity drove him onwards. There was a single bored looking cow in the stable. He studied it for a while, then had an idea. He was trying to show how helpful he could be, trying to show he was turning over a new leaf. Why not exercise the animals? How did one exercise a cow? Seriously? After a moment, he slowly opened the gate to the cow's pen. It nosed at him, snuffling. His eyebrows raised in surprise, but he didn't move. A long wet tongue came out, licking him. The beast's breath smelled of hay and grass and other chewed vegetation, and Liam's nose wrinkled again. After a moment of what seemed like it could have been consideration, the cow began plodding out of the stable.

Liam followed, the bemused expression still on his face. He prodded the beast with his hand to make it go to the pasture area, or what he figured was probably pasture. It stopped and looked at him; he stared back. "Come on you dumb beast. Move it." It kept staring, letting out a plaintive "Moo." He walked behind it, pressing on it's hind end, trying to convince it to go to the pasture. Was that a snicker?

Liam looked around, feeling both embarrassed and angry. The cow was making a fool out of him. He shoved hard, and the cow only moved her butt to the left, then the right, her tail swishing away the flies.

"Ugh." His noise of disgust was clear. Where did he go from here? How did one get a beast moving that only wanted to be sedentary?

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The she Sawtooth was told that there was family of her spread out though this pack land. That heartless Aatte woman had informed her that her brother had done many wrongs, and the calico female wanted to try to make peace while she was out of a home. So the female started in the only pack that she could first find.

She knew that she was trespassing, but frankly any more she didn’t care, most they could do was run her out of the pack, but she wasn’t the type that would try to start a fight unless she had to.

The shifted she wolf pushed her staff into the ground as she walked on, she could hear the voice of a rather young adult telling at something. The she wolf really needed a nice laugh, so she when over to the barn, resting her shoulder on the frame of the big barn. She smiled with a cough lowering her head, her hair falling over her shoulders.”Try offering it something to eat.” The lady spoke as she walked into the barn and opened the lid to the grain, motioning the boy to take a hand full. ”They are pretty stupid animals, other than milk and food. I don’t see a reason to have them around.” The female shrugged her shoulders as she waited on the male.

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((Poor Liam. LOL))

He heard the words, and glanced behind him, to where the calico female was standing. As she spoke, his eyes narrowed. She was a stranger, in the middle of the lands. But she offered him advice, and he took it with a nod. He took a handful of the grain, then looked at her. "Thanks. But what is someone from Crimson Dreams doing here?" He looked at her curiously, then began walking back to the cow, who was standing contentedly, her tail swishing away the occasional fly. He offered the grain to the cow, who sniffed it, then took it up with a long swipe of her thick tongue. His face curled in a disgusted snarl as he wiped her drool on his black jeans. Again, he expressed his disgust with a simple "ugh."

He glanced at the stranger, then back to the cow, who was again chewing grass and grain contentedly. He ran his fingers through his messy mane, then took a hold of the cow's neck, trying to guide it to the pasture. The cow lowed softly, her big brown eyes seeming to laugh. He walked back to the grain, taking another handful, and returning to the cow. "Come on you stupid thing, you're making me look bad." The cow looked at him, lowing again, stomping her foot as he muttered at her.

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The female could feel the pain that the cow was causing him, she wanted to laugh at him, but she wasn’t sure how this male would take to being laughed at. ”I was told I have family in these lands.” Soran had told her that she had family that was named Tal, and he had a son named Liam.

The female watched as the cow moved just enough to get the food from the male, and then went back to standing there. Stupid mammal, thus why Charm did not take care of any animal that tasted better as food then what they are kept alive for. Like cow’s and goats where kept for the milk, other than that they where food.

She shook her head, there had to be any easier way. The female gave a sly grin. ”Have any rope? Maybe we can lead it to where ever you want it to go with some rope and food.” She loved the thought, she wanted to help the kid out the best that she could, after all he could help her find the family that she was looking for. However, she wouldn’t feel right asking for help if she didn’t help him first.

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"You very well might. Most of the families are intermingled." Hell, his grandmother had slept her way into most of the families around here. He shrugged, then went into the barn, rummaging around for rope. As he walked back out, he saw that cow, that stupid cow, plodding her way to the pasture no problem. He swore, shaking his head. And yet, he found it funny too. His soft curse ended with a chuckle as he walked back to the calico female. He watched the cow enter the pasture, then walk to a patch of tall grass and begin chewing on it. He waked over and shut the gate, leaning on it.

It was hilarious to the male, and he couldn't help but to laugh, full peals of laughter. He had tried so hard to get the dumb beast in the pasture, and she had done it herself when he walked away. He shook his head as his chortling died down. After he was reasonably calm, he walked back to the female. "So," he snickered, "what was your name again?" The goofy grin was on his face still, his tail swaying lazily behind him.

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He didn't know his grandfather's name in full, not that he even admitted the shadow wolf was his paternal grandfather. So he didn't realize this woman next to him was his great-aunt. "I'm Liam. Liam Rhiannon, to be precise." He put his hands in his back pockets, studying her with a crooked grin, the same grin that always made Ayasha's heart melt. "So you came looking for family. Don't ya know there's a war going on?" He was teasing, of course. He was grateful for the help, even if the dumb cow had moved on her own. He might have done something stupider than he already had.

He was in huge trouble with Skye, with the pack in general. That was part of why he was here, not just from being curious, but trying to obey and stay out of further trouble. Skye had informed him he'd be spending a lot of time in the stables. Probably because it was as close to her as she could keep him without having him living with her, being a bad influence on her offspring. As if he wanted anything to do with those little rats, especially if they were as bad as Juliet was.