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i have a problem... i cant stay away from you o.o
The male once more told the horse to ease his questions. Yet, despite his consistent hushing in the low speech he was now a master at, the stallion asked again why his rider was so unhappy. Alder's thoughts had been so heavy enthralled in his family's woes that he did not wish to speak them once again. And in low-speech especially. Hawthorn knew that they had gone to see their mother's new camp two days before, and he knew that the situation made the Marshal unhappy, but he cared deeply for his companion... And he wished for the wolf to confide him in.
Instead the wolf groomed in silence, his thoughts arranging the possibilities for his beloved mother from bad to worse. A blanket was thrown onto the dark back and then the saddle that Alder liked to ride with. The rest of the tack was habit, and he cinched and tightened and inspected with a perfectionist eye.
Though the pair had been riding the day before Alder could not linger and study his papers or sweep the stay pieces of hay. Tasks were complete and he wished to do a duty for the pack more then anything. Come now He spoke to the stallion in the way that they could both understand and then began to walk together away from the stables.
He could have taken the short exit out towards the middle of the pack lands, but the male sought out the borders and he needed to pass the pastures and rings they used for practice. As he did he noticed that they were not alone at the racetrack and stables. But the quiet son of the king had come to see the horses or perhaps find a quiet place to think. The Marshal called out a greeting, black and white Shire stepping quick beside him and eager to meet a new canine. Hello there.
Suddenly he was in a much brighter mood, worries aside he stood in the present and watched the young lad with curiosity.
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