After finishing with the goats, Sage had moved into the stables to care for the horses. Their water was mostly still fresh from the morning, but she carried a bucket through anyways and refilled the troughs for those who were extra thirsty. She was in the storage room gathering a bale of hay to pass amongst them when she heard the voice. It was familiar, and saying her name. Large ears swiveled as her head rose, turning towards the source. As she stepped out of the room with hay in hand, her nose and eyes quickly recognized Jace. She hadn't expected visitors, but she was glad for the company. Sometimes it got lonely on the farm, despite the many animals to chatter with. A broad smile filled her face as she stepped towards the Yakuso, greeting her pleasantly. "Jace," she called, "good to see you! I wasn't expecting anyone." It was never an inconvenient time for her packmates to stop by the farm; after all, many of them used this stable frequently. She was used to the traffic, but not many stayed to chat. Maybe they didn't want to interrupt her work, but the coyote was often thankful for the reprieve of friendly conversation. Dalgina was the last visitor she had, and the Ma-Tzu wondered if the girl had told her mother about her. Hopefully, she hadn't gotten her into trouble. Children were good at making up stories, after all.
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