The golden-caramel woman looked to him, and as subtly as he could he gave the smallest of shrugs and the smallest of nods, the space between jaw and shoulder decreasing only a few centimeters. Wayne would not go as far as to preach the newcomer’s worth to the clan, but for one as unfamiliar as pack structure as he was, he saw no reason to turn her away. Everyone could find a place in the clan even if they were not warriors, as he was not inclined to be. Without the lower ranks helping supply everyone with food and generally helping keep the machine of the pack well-oiled, a group of soldiers could not be able to keep this land.
Then Anann brought the faint, lingering scent of the woman’s former home, and the cowboy turned to look at Selene once more, his brown eyes softly urging her to explain as honestly as she could as she had done to him. He would give her a chance to speak up before he made any clarifications, at least, give her a chance to prove herself.
Her ’yotish ears fell back into her wavy hair as she answered the alpha, and the Labrador man nodded once. Didn’t fit in, he said briefly, adopting a reticent attitude around his superior. It had been more common in Casa di Cavalieri’s early weeks to see the cowboy like that, anyway, until he recently had an epiphany about his place in the pack and about the young woman he loved. For now formalities were of importance rather than idle chattering, and so he wasn’t going to prattle on about something unessential for them to know.
…At least, not until Selene brought up the horse.
Wayne smiled then, looking fondly at the Casa mounts then across at dappled brown Uka. I’d like t’ think it is, the cowboy said, and he was unable to hide the pride that swept through him as he spoke of the herd. He worked as hard as he possibly could to make sure that, owned or communal, all the equines were looked after. He hoped to make his duty official soon. Your friend might be spoiled by us, but the other stallions ain’t gonna cut him any slack, or some of the mares for that matter. He chuckled lightly, his mind going through the different unique characters that the horses had. Sure he’d be happy here.
His smile faded, and he realized with embarrassment that he’d rambled as well as assumed that Selene was going to join—though he wasn’t sure why she would be turned away at this point. Clearing his throat, he feigned interest in a tangle in Fern’s mane and turned his body and face toward the large mare.
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