The observant male took in each change of her features, noting that she had a pleasant demeanor. But he expected that, figuring that Nayati would only have a mate that was pleasant in every way. Looks, as well as her personality. When she spoke he found that he was deep within his thoughts and he blinked to break his train of thinking. She was interested, and that was a good thing. Alder slowly smiled, though she was still a bit unsure at first. He lost his grin while she concentrated and then she gave him a proposition. To bring the stallion back would not be a problem for the young man, he would be happy to do so. Perhaps he could speak with her mate again when he did, for he hoped to keep that friendship. His smile returned, and he moved with the mare behind him as she gestured for him to follow. I would be happy to bring him back. He spoke as they walked, agreeing to the terms of the trade before he had even seen the beast. He desired to ride, having watched so many others do so. He had read so much, talked to Haven many nights as well as Anann. He desired the feel of the saddle, more then just a moment or two. He never wished to push the horses of the Court, who either belonged to another pack member or were smaller then he could ride for more then a moment or two.
We have many others in the Court, you are welcome to visit and choose other stock for breeding. They are not as large as I need though. He said with a bit of a laugh in his tone, he was a pretty large wolf. Visit, when you are able of course. He added, understanding her condition and that motherhood would soon take much of her time.
Still he wondered if what he brought would be enough for the horse she had in mind. They walked in silence (for Alder was a silent creature), until the fields and stables came into view. He tried not to stare at the small huts that they passed and other structures that were on the way to the horses. They were homes, and he didn't wish to intrude on anyone's privacy. He focused instead on the smell that drew near. The mare knew it too, her ears stood forward and she nickered her delight to meet new friends. Alder hoped she would be happy here.
Blue eyes looked at the group that stood beyond the fence, eager to meet this stallion. He wondered which one among the band that Liliana had spoken about, but then he saw the tall beast standing in the shade of a bushy tree. He was dark, larger then all the rest and preoccupied with the sweet grass that lived beneath the hawthorn's branches. Alder's tail waved behind him, knowing that black stallion was who she had spoken of. Is that him? Beneath the tree? He asked, even though he was certain.
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