sorry about the delaaaay.
His posture upon the roan horse's back was sure and tall, hands gripping the mane of the best as together they wandered in no particular direction. Kansas rarely left home anymore, busy wih his life as a father and a highly ranked pack wolf (two titles that he had never dreamed of earning). Sometimes, though, he felt quite drained. He did not like to admit this, even to himself. Each time he let himself believe that his life in Crimson Dreams was tiring, he felt as if he had been drenched in guilt. A father should want to be with his mate and pups all the time, should he not? He loved every moment that he spent with his growing family, yet here he was, miles away from them.
He was an introverted being, regaining energy from time to himself, reading books, thinking. His books on the subject of the mind had taught him this idea of introversion and extroversion -- some would consider such ideas foolish, but whether or not they were true, they helped him understand himself better. A small sigh rose in his lean chest, and he exhaled in one soothing breath. He told himself that these hours of solitude would make him a better man for his mate and pups.
The land was sloping upwards from where he and Lexington rode now. Turquoise eyes squinted in the direction of the rise, where two shapes were silhouetted by the sun's light, distracting him from his troubles. He was quite wary of approaching strangers, paranoid that he would fall into unexpected trouble. But something -- his idiocy, perhaps -- drew him up the small hill.
Kansas reigned his horse to a halt, studying the male who rested with a bottle in hand beside a mare strangely resembling Lexington. Almost immediately afterward, he began to regret approaching with a poison of dread coursing through him, for the man he saw made his stomach somersault. Never forgetting a scent, Kansas brought his fingers to touch the scar on his lip, the scar that this agouti wolf had given him. He wished that he could turn back and go home, but it was too late now.
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