Blarrrgh, short x_x. +3
Bangle shrugged lightly when Kable gave his reasoning for so many animals. In truth, the coywolf would have rather made something out of their fur or bones than keep a creature for a pet, but a horse had its uses. The former gypsy had almost wished he had one himself on his journey around the world, but things might have been slightly different if he traversed on horseback rather than on his own two feet. He reclined further into the rock at remembering those days, which seemed so long ago it was but a distant memory, now. Still, the Guffawri male could remember the various smells of the earth, the colors as they changed hues with the placement of the sun, the air of freedom and the lack of responsibility. The world was his backyard, and he wanted to explore its treasures forever.
Things were different now, though. He wasn't as careless, and though he was free to come and go, he had a family now. It may not have been what he wanted, but he found that he still had much to learn, and therefore needed the additions. His life wasn't all that bad, or all that different, since he arrived. Presently, Bangle shrugged, his grin diminishing after he babbled to the other. "A bard ya say, eh? Yeh'll have t' visit sometime when th' pack has its celebrations.. ne'er hurt t' have another instrumentalist, eh?" His tone indicated a slight invitation, though the coywolf was unsure when Skye would hold another get together. She had been busy, and with much to do consuming her time it was difficult to say when things like music, food, and dance would be a welcome option.
Slowly, his multicolored body rose from the ground and strode to where Jack stood, grazing under the shade of a tree. He pat the horse's spotted body, and the creature whickered in turn, his massive head still low to the ground. Turning to Kable, the coywolf leaned back casually on the creature at his back, raising his arms comfortably to rest along the horse's back. He had not recognized any of the names that Kable presented to him, though he and many of Cercatori's members had visited the Court not long ago. "I'm sure yeh'd be welcome, n' yer a welcome bard on this side'a th' river anytime." His tone was amiable, flicking an ear to a passing rustle in the woods that surrounded them.
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