503 words. ;p
The traveling salesman nodded to her question about being part of the "pack of artists", as he heard some wolves say. It was what it was, though, so while some thought it was nothing but a bunch of pansies flitting around playing music and painting all day, others believed the arts were special. And some of those arts emerged from before people were wiped out, but even in their horrible death the arts lived on through the Luperci. Besides, there was a difference to dancing like a fool and actually learning to dance, or actually knowing color palettes when it came to paint, or the right angle at which to chip off wood on a carving. It was all intricate, as were Cercatori d'Arte's people.
Bangle shook his head, thinking it weird for thinking so deeply about the pack he hadn't even been in for that long. He practically grinned from ear to ear when Pixie took up his offer on playing a duet, his first he'd ever do in the lands of 'Souls. Turning back to the stallion, who did look slightly nervous, Bangle's ears twitched in anticipation. He wondered exactly how much faster one took to travel when riding on the back of one of these things, which would've also served to carry his heavy load. The traveler never minded walking, but then again he hadn't deeply considered horseback.
The red and gray furred male watched as Pixie approached the stallion, and he remained right where he was. His eyes watched her touch the horse, whose muscles were once taut at his approach. Bangle barked out a laugh into the air at Pixie's mention of killing a horse. "Do I look that threatenin' with all mah furs, feathers, n' bones?" He asked, though it was more rhetorical than anything. His orange-yellow eyes looked down at himself for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, maybe, but I'd never kill one!" Bangle said, mostly sincerely. Keeping his hand raised, he tried to lean closer to touch the stallion's nose, but the horse flinched once. The coywolf, too, drew his hand back for a moment before trying again. This time it was a success, as he felt the stallion's strong muscles through his nose and his cheeks. Bangle knew the stallion was still nervous, but with its owner next to him, there was nothing to fear.
There was a brief silence as Bangle gently stroked the muzzle of the horse, as if it were something delicate under his touch and would break with anymore pressure. Of course, that couldn't be farther from the truth, but as the traveler kept his hand on the stallion, he then licked his lips in thought. "Wonder what they taste like.." He mumbled, intently loud enough for the female to hear. Letting his hand fall from the stallion, Bangle looked over at the female and began that deep rumble of laughter he was well known for. "Kiddin', miss Frost! Only kiddin'!" He said, putting both his hands up in defense.
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