Broken Leash

Anatole Aston · 02-29-2012, 01:44 PM

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Still unsure of himself around the other horses, Anatole had bonded quickly with the easy-going mare. By gaining confidence with her his natural behavior came forth, allowing him to be in control of her. This was such a gradual shift he had not noticed it, though the mare had and responded beautifully to such a thing. Despite his novice work with the animals, he was learning quickly how to ride her and respond to her needs—and this was simply another step. The stranger seemed more prepared for such a thing, bringing out the tools to clean the dirt and sweat from her body.

Anatole listened with some confusion to the mention of learning to be free. He frowned slightly and watched as the man mixed grain, using the same sort of materials he had been taught to use while she was with foal. The dark wolf moved out to pick up a metal half-hook used to remove dirt from the hooves, and returned soon enough. “Why do you need to be taught to be free?” He asked, less demanding than before. With his proximity to the horse he could not behave so rashly—nor, he thought, would it be wise to do so if this man was somehow traumatized as many of the Tribe had been after the war. As if to echo this thought, a loud fluttering of wings sounded outside.

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