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Young Zana couldn't help but grin when Helotes spoke up. She shook rain from her mane and raised a brow. "Not having a jest at my expense again I hope?" She asked as she slid down off Saol's back and dropped down to crouch on the ground a moment. She eyed Saol a moment before murmuring to him in Gaelic, more comfort to herself than the horse as he roamed off a distance, the mare stuck with him moving along with a slight grumble as the filly frolics a few yards behind her mother. He ignored the alarming voice of the other mare as he shambled off.
Zana turning to eye the clan's horse as she asked.."It's alright, right?" She looked back to Ezekiel as she spoke frankly. "They were in the old Phoenix Valley territory.. by birth I claim right to them.. it's not like anyone else was there or they cared enough to take then when they left..." She wasn't sure if the horses had even been there when the pack had disbanded but she did believe in some right they were hers. She had been born of the pack, a princess in her own right though she never really had claimed it. She should get something out of it all, even if this late in the game.
A grin split her maw at the words that cawed from the raven's beak. She raised a brow at this, wondering how true it was. She didn't know of all the beasts that the clan owned but if the raven spoke true their numbers were growing quickly indeed. Zana looked to the other horse again before her eyes turned back to her own stallion and the two she had claimed for the clan. She didn't even know what she would do with these new horses, she doubted that they could be set free to roam like Saol did when she was with him. She hoped that Ezekiel would known how to fix her problem she'd just inherited.
She fell quiet again as she watched the two men. The discussion at hand was one she knew well. She had learned what weapons she knew to survive a war, and her ability with horses was limited to Saol, probably more of a trust relationship than her own skill and ability. She could ride, but a saddle was pointless and her weight was so slight that the horses tended to ignore her for the most part. Saol was different but no one really needed to know the whole of it.
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