If she was not his niece, he might have been cruel with her. Why choose such a beast when there were far better to be found south? Still, he supposed that at least she would have something to ride. His own children were very fond of riding, even if Salvia was most impatient about waiting for her colt to mature. Summer was a long ways away, especially for a girl like his eldest daughter.
The girl admitted it was from a traveler and this was not entirely surprising. Now that it had been established the wolves north were capable of such things, Freetown often saw traders come north. With any luck, he had imagined the girl to be someone without pack connections—especially to Salsola. “Just be careful,” he cautioned, the double-warning present. They neared the wooden contraption that he had constructed for such events; though he had not done much in it yet. “You’ll need to lead him in. We’re gonna tie him down so he can’t kick; this ain’t gonna hurt him, but he won’t like it.”
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