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Wayne McCoy · 03-25-2012, 10:07 PM

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It's all good. <3 Short posts from now on probs. xD

Callused hands found refuge in denim pockets as the cowboy waited to see what the elder wolfdog needed. He tried to make himself available to all of the other pack members, but most didn’t have anything to request or to complain to him about. Sometimes someone might come to him with a note about their horse, or occasionally a remark about a good-sized elk they’d seen wandering the woods, but mostly he did his duties without prompting and saved conversation for trivial matters, if he did talk. From the golden grandfather’s manner, however, he’d say Regner wasn’t here for idle chitchat, and that made him insanely nervous.

The old Fedele fumbled with his words only to find the correct translations, although it was clear he knew what he wanted to say. Mention of sparring made the Lab mix’s ears prick, but then the rest followed, and he could feel his stomach twist.

Of course, a test, Wayne thought resignedly. He hadn’t expected anything different, to be honest, though he’d anticipated stabbing questions rather than mock combat. Hell, Dix’s dad wasn’t this scary.

That thought loosened him up a bit with amusement, although none of the mirth came across on his young, serious face. He nodded quickly. “Give me a moment,” he said quietly, and walked over to where Maia was brooding. He made sure that all of the horse equipment was where it needed to be and gave the mare a little slap on the rear to send her trotting off, probably glad to be without him.

The final fidgeting with the equine gear gave him a little bit of time to think about what he was about to do. On one hand, Regner was old and would have physical weaknesses, but on the other, he was insanely experienced due to his age and prowess. It was more likely than not that this fight wouldn’t be testing his physical ability so much as the thought behind each of his actions. Just as Wayne could tell a lot about a person just from the way they treated a horse, so too could Regner probably learn all he needed to know by sparring with his granddaughter’s mentor.

He finally approached the old man again, indicating a slightly more open area a few extra paces away from the fence so they wouldn’t run into anything.

“How do ya wanna do this, sir?” Wayne asked, some of his nerves coming through in his voice at last.

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