Determination, patience

Heath morte dre Soul · 07-09-2010, 12:13 PM

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It had taken a day to track them down, for the lands were vast and they moved continuously. The task was not like searching for prey, that was much easier. Heath was not particular when it came to what he hunted, and it was usually something as common as hares. They were plentiful even in the field beyond the stables and Heath had little trouble catching them and plenty of luck. No, this took time. Time that he arranged to be away from home, packing plenty of previsions for both him and Lumière.

Once they had come into view the Marshal had stepped back, using his nose to follow them and allow them to get a little more comfortable with his lingering scent. The next morning, he came close enough that they could be seen over the clear hills. The sun had blazed the grass brown in places, and they huddled in the green patches of grass and clover. Heath sat atop a rocky out-crop, amber eyes watching them graze, taking note of their interactions and who lead and who followed.

It had been the roan mare that accompanied him that had told him that this was where she had grown and lived for all the years of her life. Heath remembered the day that they had met. It had been by a stream, alone in the woods. But the herd had not been far and when she accepted his wolfen scent and posture so did they. There was something about the group, something that set them apart and made them worth tracking for so long. Lumière’s abdomen was extended slightly, the babe inside still growing and far from ready to meet the world and she stood beside him, eyes dark but reflecting the same that shone in his own.

The male rose, nothing on his person but rope in his hand and the bag that was slung over his shoulder. He huffed, and made his way down the small ridge and towards the meadow, his companion unsaddled and following.

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