Alder stood out in front of the stall doors. The tall male just about touched the beams that helped to hold up the roof as he reached up and stretched his back with a groan. The brush in his hand almost fell from his grasp as he rose his arms above his head to work out the kinks. He had been brushing one horse after another and when he finally came to the large black and white stallion he was growing weary of the task. Hawthorn thought otherwise, and nickered at the lack of petting that he was receiving and knew the grooming would give. The wolf gave him a small look then crouched again to work out the knots in the longer fur around his hooves.
A voice echoed through the stables, and blue eyes rose to meet the gold gaze and large smile of his nephew. Alder greeted him with a friendly pat on his head and a Hey there Linden. before seeing that it was Haven that had brought the young wolf to the stables. The Marshal wore a smile, glad that his brother and Nephew had come by, though he was unsure if it was simply a visit or if it was something a bit more constructive. Either way Alder was happy for the extra company.
Hi Haven, coming to visit Drogon? Alder asked, blue eyes bright. The stallion was groomed and ready for a ride if he wished it.
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