[/html]If it came down to it, as it had during the battle in AniWaya, Alder would look to his horse friend for help in a fight. But he had used his teeth and claws in the past. He knew none of those things were for him. The thought of practicing it as an art made him uneasy. He would rather master low speech dialects or simply groom a horse. He did not want to have to fight, or for the pack to be at war. Alder nodded, He has helped in the past. He confessed. Hawthorn was an intimidating creature, and though when I came to his personality there was no true reason to be frightened, Alder knew that many simply saw his stature and judged from there.
There was a visible surprise in his expressive face when the female breeched the physical barrier and walked towards the horse. Alder could tell that ‘Thorn changed as well. It was not on purpose, but as the stallion watched the female near him, he knew that she wished to truly meet. The dark horse buzzed with excitement, but stood perfectly still. If he were a pup, his tail and rear would be wagging hastily. Of course. Alder spoke, stepping to the side and holding the horse’s lead securely. It was simply to show the wolfess that he had the horse under control. Hawthorn waited with baited breath for her to pet him. The only thing he wished for since they had come across the ghost like fey.
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