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His salvo to soothe her had worked; the joke elicited a little snort from her, at least, and her grin came easily once the horses were galloping. The small stallion soon ran alongside Fern then ahead, leading the way, for which Wayne was grateful. After all, the white-furred woman had been the one to find the game trails in the first place. He was content to follow as always, barely needing to touch the reins of the horse as Fern followed Duke’s turns.

Dixie pulled her mount to a halt, and Fern stopped beside them. Wayne nodded at her suggestion even if she was already carrying it out, not feeling the need to add anything else. Hunting from horseback would be a challenge unless someone had a projectile weapon and a firm hand with the equine—as well as immensely slow or deaf prey that wouldn’t be able to escape or hear the large beast crashing through the undergrowth.

The small woman dropped down from her stallion, pulling the cloak she wore tight around herself. In contrast, the moment Wayne was on the ground, he stepped behind Fern and discarded his jeans. Normally he was fine shrugging out of his clothes around her, as they’d been together for so long and she didn’t wear anything anyway, but something bothered him about it this time. He set his trademark hat on the mare’s back and patted her neck before pulling her bridle off gently so she could graze, and then he crouched to shift.

Secui-formed, Wayne walked over to his friend’s side, brown eyes watching gently and briefly as she sent Duke off. Naturally, Fern followed him. The Labrador mix smiled then leaned heavily against Dixie’s legs like an annoying and needy pet dog—not too far from the truth, really. He trotted forward with nose to the ground once they reached the paths that the hogs had took, his ears occasionally perking up when he thought he heard something in the vegetation around them. A boar was going to be a hell of a fight, he knew, but hopefully Dixie had plans on her end and good aim with her knives.


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