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The mare did not give up her small assault on the coy-wolf, attempting to nibble on his fur and gather his attention. Alder did not understand his pack mates’ reluctance to accept the horses as their equals. The same had been felt when he encountered Terra hunting them in the pasture. It had enraged him, sending him after her in a way he had never chased after another pack member. Of course Alder was not experiencing the same amount of anger at Trent, mainly confusion and disappointment.
When he spoke once again, those feelings began to fade. Though he was still left with a bit of confusion and there was a question in his tone when he spoke his answer. Summer. He was about to ask why, when his eyes passed over the blond pony who looked in need of a good grooming. Then he smiled, looking at Trent and shook his head. Why? He asked it anyway, knowing the game and yet still wanting to catch him in his attempt.
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