Rem had seen this all before. Raiders flocking in like rats in night. The stallion had been nothing but a shadow lost amongst others in the night. He heard them long before ever saw them. The sound of hooves traveled far in the brisk night air. Sounds he knew all to well. Discretely, the dark horse had brought himself close enough to catch sight of the war party and making sure they were always headed away from him. Once he had narrowed down their point of entry to something manageable, Rem turned and left. His pace was leisurely as if nothing was amiss until he was sure he was far enough from the war party to avoid provoking interest, then he broke into a dead run. Even in the darkness the stallion knew these lands better than any other creature.
By the time Rem had reached the front of Anann’s cabin and settled himself down, the golden wolf had already began to bring out the large leather bags that held his armor and her own gear was already at the ready. He come to stand near her, there was no need for words of any kind for they both knew what his hasty approach had meant. With speed that had only come with repetitive practice the warrior woman began to arm him.
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