Heath was young once, foolish and his mind had been on a different track. He had thought that love was what another might think a bridle was. A simple thing used to control another, used to toy with the most vulnerable part of a being. It was quite the opposite. It was trust, allowing another to guide you through a place that was unlike any other he had ever been. It was freedom, it was commitment and it was security. His King knew nothing of such things, and for that he resented the time Jac spent with Ruri. Her comment was met with a half smile, forced for the sake of conversation. “I don’t know, but I imagine he is.” Perhaps that would save the woman from the Kings cold shoulder after the fact.
“We can go now.” Thoughts of Ruri made the male uneasy as they spoke of Jac. He wished to be near and in his homelands. Such insecurity was controlling at times, and it seemed as if his morning exploration had brought him all that it would. Heath could not think himself dissatisfied. Heath nodded at her second question, his humor had returned as he responded. “Lets just move you in.” Heath thought it interesting that she was looking for a home, and yet only wished to store her horse, and all her things in his pack lands as she searched for another pack to settle down in. It didn’t bother him of course, to each their own.
The male whistled, calling for the stallion that he had let drift away. The coywolf took to helping her gather her things, the packs numerous though not more then what seemed necessary. Stark was not far, and when he returned Heath strapped a few of the bags to the large horse. “It will not take long.” He commented.
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