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Hawthorn was not one to easily spook. He was stable and strong. Alder hadn't seconded guess the horse's participation in the raid on AniWaya moths before, he knew that the Shire would be stable through the hectic events. And as Alder would expect his horse calmed quickly after the very sudden surprise. The Marshal gave a heavy exhale, and bravely turned his head to see if the creature that had caused the altercation had remained.
Alder stepped around fully, his hand still entwined in the lead and looked at the pale figure beyond the tracks fence. She was unlike any other canine he had seen, looking more like a lithe prey animal then a wolf. He guessed her linage was mostly dog, her ears leading him to such an assumption. She stood beside Hickory, the cat soaking up her attention. Stay Alder spoke to the horse in low-speech, the words coming from his throat very differently then the language that he then used to the female.
I'm sorry about that. Alder spoke, his deep voice holding a soft tone. He stepped forward, and the Shire did as he asked and stayed in place. 'Torn shook his head, mane whipping around in the air as he did so. Alder hoped that the woman would certainly forgive he and his horse for giving off such a chaotic display. You aren't hurt, are you? Alder had been so consumed by the moment that he couldn't even tell what exactly had happened.