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They're so alike ^^
Her heart fluttered in excitement to see him admire the same building she did. She felt very comfortable around him, and that comfort scared her, however, she felt like she could strongly relate to Ookami. It was being stuck between nature and instinct, an on going battle.
As they sat upon the higher land, looking down to the ranch she spent most of her life at, and listened to him speak about his past horse experiences. It was understandable of those horses, to them Ookami and his pack was a death threat, but here, they grew up in safety, these horses had never been threatened to death, and if they were they knew they could count on the wolves of Phoenix Valley to keep them safe. Her eyes looked at him with a wide smile, her tail wagging a little more, as her two toned blue eyes locked with his mug for a moment, "It's magic.." she then busted out laughing and stood up and began to walk to the mirror lakes, her eyes looked back to the horses fondly to still laughing a little at her joke, "..no..actually it is most likely because they were born and raised around wolves who cared for them..." She continued to watch them for a while longer before looking over to him, "C'mon...I'll take you over to them.." She stopped moving, her head nodded to the barn, then turned her snout back over to the ranch. Her paws began to move to the new destination with a graceful gait, following her worn daily path.
They reached the barn and slowed was she was about 4 yards from the doors. She moved as if she'd done this many times in her lupus form, as she jumped up to let her front paws land upon the large wood doors, her nose flinging open the lock, then she pushed off the door. Her muzzle lifted and her neck stretched to grasp the metal clamp. With a light shake of her head toward Ookami, the door moved just enough for her to paw at the crack forcing the door opened more. She trotted through the stales, "This is where the horses are kept and their supplies, like food, water, brushes, and..umm..whatever those things are.." she laughed at herself, "..ah, I just call them stale forks..but I know they have a different name.." Her cheeks felt red as she felt like a dints for a second. Her eyes looking over to him with an obvious blush being concealed beneath her fur, her eyes glimmering with a joyful bashfulness about her. Then her head turned toward her destination the field, the bashful expression still upon her facial features.
Coming out of the barn she was nearly instantly greeted by one of the horses, as it came trotting up to her. She didn't know who exactly it belonged to, but she found it to be her favorite. The horse was large in size, with dark deep brown fur, his mane and tail were a deep stain black. A small white diamond shape was found on the forehead of the beast. He tail wagged, she didn't know their names, but didn't care. To her she called them all the same way, this one though, she found herself calling him sweetheart. Her eyes looked up to him and she let her tail continue its wagging before she moved around him. She knew what he wanted from her, but she wouldn't give it fearing she could overfeed him and she knew that extra weight can be just as dangerous as not have enough upon their bodies. "So..this is the field they spend most of their day in, unless the weather gets too hard for them, then I or Jefferson bring them in, who ever manages to get here first.." She said with slight pride in her voice.
Her eyes then looked back to him knowing she had taken them off the tour path, but she was enjoying sharing something with someone, who seemed to appreciate it. Things seemed to go smoothly between the two of them. There was no pressure or tension between them. What it all meant she didn't know, but she felt like they were going to be great friends....perhaps more? No, she wouldn't think about that, though the thought had entered her mind on more than one occasion. She would refuse to play with it. A friend was needed more to her than anything else, and if things lead that way, she would face it as it came, otherwise she would be just happy to have a friend.