Yaaay! And sorry for longpost. :o Almost done with SoSuWriMo so I rambled. / sswm 572Standing on the edge of the pack boundary, his hands stuffed into his jean pockets and his head tilted at such an angle to better look over the brown and black female, Wayne recognized the weight that his rank had. He was like family now, and many opportunities were open to him. He knew that he had yet to make official his place in the pack as one of the two master equine caretakers, but there was time yet for that. Right now, looking over who could be a prospective member of the pack, he could feel a swell of pride for Casa di Cavalieri. He didn’t think he’d be feeling this way so quickly since his first days of struggling to adjust to pack life—but it was a home to him, a future he had a hand in controlling.
It seemed that this was the first time the girl had heard of the pack, or at least the first time she’d ever come across its lands. That was fine; he could sit and talk as long as he needed to about all the pack customs and ideals that he could remember, and the leaders were probably only a short call away. In fact, if he was loud enough, they might be able to hear him in the Sugarwoods at the festival. The thought amused him, but his mind then pinpointed an area of concern: she mentioned coming from Anathema.
His nostrils flared, picking up very little of the scent of the pack she’d mentioned. He might have supposed she was a loner, lingering only briefly on Anatheman borders, but when she mentioned the caves—it all conflicted, and his confusion was perceptible in his furrowed brow and the raking of his fingers through his messy hair, tipping his cowboy hat.
Ya come from Anathema—as a former member? Wayne asked, frowning at her. Why did you leave? He would not turn her away just for once bearing loyalties to another pack—after all, Casa’s leaders had left their own packs and even families to found the new one. However, if she left because of getting in trouble or some other grudge that could affect Casa di Cavalieri, he would need to think about the consequences. He knew that Casa wanted to forge good relations with all of the packs in Nova Scotia, but it was all mostly over his head.
He grinned at her mention of joining. Well, what d’you wanna know about Casa? Or I could just give ya a little spiel. Once again, there was much to tell her, but it would be easiest if she guided her questions and got the pressing ones out of the way first.
The coydog offered her name, and the large man nodded, his posture relaxing slightly as she stood on even ground with him; not that he had really noticed being tense, it was just odd to have to look up to see someone. Now that she was on the ground, however, he noted the difference between his big muscular build and her petite one and grinned.
Wayne McCoy, the Labrador mix said. And this here is Fern. He reached over to pat the neck of the mare under her flaxen mane. Of course, just mentioning his gentle steed brought his attention back to hers. What’s your stallion’s name? How long’ve you had him?
His attention span wasn’t great around horses.
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