the old switcheroo.

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There's something endearing about imagining Gabe just lounging around on the porch xD Also, rofl, Barrett's never seen/heard of a horse before.

His ears twitched as he waited. Each moment seemed to drag on for an eternity, but then a reply came at last. In reality the coyotes' response had been rather prompt--Barrett was just uncomfortable when it came to visiting claimed territory, piked skulls or not (admittedly these weren't helping). While the Woodstock wolves fully embraced some modern philosophies and technologies, they were very traditional when it came to displays of respect and matters of trespassing. He found himself anxiously puttering about when a cacophony of hooves came thundering towards him. Incidentally, the canines in his birth pack had never dabbled in domestication, either.

Barrett froze, wide-eyed, then skittered back as a six-legged, two-headed beast came to rest nearby. His ears flattened on instinct as he regarded the confounding creature; after another eternity of a second his nose finally managed to process what the hell was going on. The coyote was hitching a lift on his food! Oh, what madness was this? All at once his anxiety and apprehension melted away like frost in the morning sun: his ears pressed forward intently, his eyes gleamed, and his nose wriggled furiously as he studied the beast, then laughed at what was surely the wildest joke in the universe.

The leader didn't seem to delight in this queerness as much as he did, unfortunately, and his business-like address snapped Barrett back into sobriety. Only now did he realise that this hybrid didn't match Anselm's description of Gabriel at all. "Gabriel is your dad?" he repeated stupidly, obviously still hung up on the whole horse spectacle. He took one tentative step towards the gigantic animal before remembering his manners, at which point his ears slicked back again and he offered a short, distracted bow of his head. "I mean, sorry. Yeah. I've got two deliveries, one for him and one for Ms Kaena Lykoi, both from my grandpa Anselm."

Barrett shifted about and looked nearly ready to explode. Finally he could contain himself no longer. "What the hell?" he wondered aloud, gesturing at the colossal herbivore with a flick of his snout.

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