The male did not stop moving as the wolfess stood beside the mare, shocked at his suggestion. Heath left the ring, closing the gate with a, Really? Questioning her insecurities with a blank face. His mind was busy with the things that could go wrong, and the things that could go right in the situation. But he was not worried that anything would wrongfully occur, he was experienced. His hand grasped the crate that he found just beyond the fence, picking it up and returning to the female with only a moment's pause.
She likes you. He reaffirmed with a small open- mouth grin. The mare had yet to moved from her place beside Ayita, even as he moved quickly around the pair. Heath placed the crate beside the bay horse, and the looked at her. He was quiet for a moment, a hand on his waist. If not now, when? He asked
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