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She watched as he did the round, walking her slowly and coming back, it seemed he was quite satisfied and his compliment was great to her ears. She beamed at him, it was a praise from a fellow caretaker, someone who saw that horses were more than mere food, and useful.
Great, though we have a lot of harvesting to do, I will be able to bring her before winter fully sets in.
She said, she didn’t know how long harvesting would take, nor everything else the chief had planned for her but she’d make it a priority to get the mare to the man and see what he had for stock.
If you want I can escort you back, I’m sure your family is missing you.
She wasn’t going to hurry him, but someone as nice as he was she assumed he had a family that he cared for and that the pack he lived in was a pretty long ways from where they were now.
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