perdy ever <3
Hermes rested gratefully as Saul tied him up and he patted the horse softly. It was a hard trip for anyone and he was grateful to the horse for being so hardy and enduring. If they didnt catch any sign of Saluce soon, they would have to turn back. Wretch was still badly injured and had been reduced to how she'd been when she was just a few months old. It was perhaps a little better this time, because she could talk as her jaw had not been broken. But her leg had been rebroken and the male had had to set it again. The stair case in Cerne Rise was so dangerous for even the most sure footed wolf that Saul had had to carry her down whenever she needed to relieve herself, or feel the fresh air on her face. It was a difficult situation, but the agouti male was more angry this time. It had put suspicions in his mind- had it been the ocean that had done it the first time? Or had she been attacked by the same person as this time and it had been covered up by the sea? Furthermore, who would want to hurt her? She was so shy and unassuming, she was hardly there at all.
The sound of approaching hoodbeats made the male stand, running a hand through Hermes' black and white mane. The streak on the horses neck stood out in the semi darkness, but it was nothing compared to the golden horse that came into veiw now. Gold and white it seemed. He almost didnt recognise the female on top of the stallion until she spoke, and then it clicked into place. A few months ago, meeting the female from Cour des Miricales. Ever. As her scent hit him, he paused. There was definitely something wrong with her smell. He couldnt place it for the moment, so he smiled instead and watched as she dismounted in a fluid and strong move. He reached out to stroke the nose of the golden horse, smiling softly towards him.
"Its good to see you again Ever, how've you been?"
He asked, slipping into the customary greetings that had become common amoung the Luperci. There was definitely something up with her scent though and as he breathed deeper, the beginnings of an idea formed in his mind. He knew that scent, the slight odd twang to it that wasnt typical female wolf. It made him think of his Aunt Bris, back in the winter. It was beginning to bug him that he could place it, so he remained silent for the moment. It was better that than demand to know what it was he was smelling.
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