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Io had packed her things that morning, leaving Sarajevo's things behind. He had not yet replied to her queries about whether he was joining his mothers in their pack transfer. The bags were securely tied onto Neo's back, the pack stallion happy to carry the load. Io would not ride to Anathema, she really only used her horse for transporting things, which rendered him useless when she was staying put. Though he did prove useful when she needed to move things from Halifax, like when she had scavanged the large pots. Neo was a docile, lax male. More than happy to sit and chew grass while Io did her own thing. He was not built for speed, nor strength. He had endurance as his aid, the brute was able to trapse for miles without whining to return home.
The hybrid woman sent out a light howl, calling for Aeron to appear from where ever she was hiding so that she may aid Io in the packing. Neo shifted his weight suddenly, his head staying down, loudly munching on the fresh morning grass. This action woke Io from her day dream, making her turn back to the several packages still on the floor.
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