I can't see Texas from here

Wayne McCoy · 02-04-2012, 10:59 PM

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but our hearts will need us to be steady and strong

so we can stand and face the fire

burning higher and higher

Word Count → 467 :: Yaaay!

Callused fingers grasped the paper tightly, indication of the uncharacteristic nervousness that settled into the large canine’s body. He was dozens of miles away from home, sent off on a mission that had come just about out of the blue. It was all he could do to nod at his Sole’s wishes and speed off to let his beloved know about it, departing after much preparation with a tender kiss to the forehead and a promise to return as soon as he possibly could.

Riding the mountain trails brought back memories of August, of finally reaching their destination of Nova Scotia after a long journey. It was strange to think of how much had changed since then; he was part of a pack now, performing a great duty to benefit it by heading toward Ichika no Ho-en to take up lessons from the woman that Jazper had referenced. It was something that he could have declined, but he resolved to be something more than that gruff cowboy who took care of the horses. He wanted to contribute something extra.

Fern grunted from the exertion of traveling the last stretch, and the Labrador mix murmured an apology, reaching up to curl his hand in her flaxen mane. He would never push her further than she was able to go and had let her rest often during their trip, but he couldn’t afford to waste time when they were so close to the pack. Luckily, the sweet-tempered mare trusted him enough to listen, and it was not long before they were walking up to the borders of the mountain pack.

The man slipped out of the saddle onto the cold ground, turning first to Fern and patting her as he shoved the signed paper in his jeans pocket for now. He worked to loosen up her girth lightly after the ride, listening to her breathing to gage whether they needed another short walk to cool her down. She seemed okay, though, as they’d kept a slow enough pace despite the long ride.

Satisfied that the horse was as well taken care of as she could be,the wolfdog stepped slightly closer to the borders and looked around, ears lowered and shifting the old cowboy hat on his head. He wondered if X’yrin would even be here or if he would’ve had better luck searching at the festival; at worst, he supposed, he wouldn’t be permitted into pack territory and would just camp out in the mountainous area until she returned. With the paper from his alpha and good intentions, though, he didn’t think he had anything to worry about.

Taking a deep breath, muscular chest briefly heaving, Wayne McCoy tilted his head back and let out a doggish howl, calling for the lady he was told to seek out.

Wayne McCoy

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