Wayne had never been the most social of canines, and that fact had been the bane of his existence when Dixie-May and he had first come to live with the infant pack. He’d spent little time getting to know his comrades, instead opting to care for the horses he knew before branching out to care for all the horses within the territory. From about the time he’d finally confessed his love to his dear friend, however, he’d grown far more confident as an individual and as a pack member. Unfortunately, with his training in the north and his duties as stablemaster keeping him busy, he hadn’t gotten the time to socialize as he’d made himself promise to do.
He had woken up with the sun again that morning, leaving the courthouse and going to tend to the animals under his care. Dixie had done more than her share in helping out, however, perhaps understanding how much time he really spent with equines rather than canines. As such, all of the work was done now, and he could head back into Kingsbury to see what the other Cavalierites were doing. It felt strange to walk without a steed at his side.
The yellowish-grey mongrel didn’t see anyone among the abandoned shops or the stone markers where the barn would go up, and so he headed toward the courthouse once more. He honestly didn’t know where to look for someone to talk to and realized he needed to understand his pack mates better to know where they would actually be hanging out. Certainly, with X’yrin Exultare now in town, some of them might be taking advantage of her experience to get that mandatory defensive training out of the way.
He was about to go seek out the northern alpha when he caught sight of Selene. The coydog was sitting on the steps to the central building, and there was a troubling air about her despite her relaxed posture. Something seemed wrong, and Wayne knew it was his duty as a comrade to find out what that was.
Howdy, Selene, the wolfdog greeted, his gruff voice soft as he walked over and took a seat on the steps beside her. His brown eyes fell to her sword somewhat curiously, both due to being inexperienced with weaponry and because he wondered if she was going to be using that on someone anytime soon. Once he sat down, muscular arms draped across his legs, he looked at her with a concerned expression. It was out of character for him to press her about what the matter was, however, especially if it happened to be nothing at all. He merely remained quiet as was in his nature and let her do the talking.
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