When Tedros mounted up and nudged the stallion into a walk, Matteo nodded. Mm. Let's ride. He grinned, nudging the mare with his boots and leading the way in a sense.
It had been a long time since Matteo had ridden a horse he could actually call his own and somehow, Jericho seemed to fit him perfectly. Each stride was easy to ride with and every little movement was matched with shifting weight and an easy posture. Bare back was something new for the coydog, but he liked it; it felt more natural than a saddle... though he made a note to remember a blanket next time.
So you're from Inferni? What's it like there? Teo voiced after a moment or so, voice genuinely curious and polite. He'd heard very little about the coyote-prominent clan to the north. It seemed as if it were a place of war and chaos, from the rumors, but surely that wasn't true; Tedros seemed nice enough. Why would such a nice guy be in a pack like that? Having his doubts, Teo was sure that there was more to Inferni than the rumors led most to believe.
