Whaaaaa! Finals have killed me. ;__;
The Labrador mongrel nodded in approval as she smiled broadly and stated that she’d do anything to protect the pack, too. He expected no less of her, truly; while Casa could shelter those that needed help, the majority of the pack needed to pull their weight and be ready to fight—to protect themselves and all the other packs in Nova Scotia. It was a great burden the peaceful warriors were shouldering, but he was proud of the creed of his new home.
Ismeme seemed fine with going to check on the horses, and he wasted no time heading toward where he’d seen a few of the creatures. When the barn was constructed, it might be able to house some of the beasts, but more or less the Casa herd roamed freely over the territory. It took a few hours out of his day to actually find them and make sure they were okay, but he didn’t mind. It did most of them good to get some exercise and graze, although a supplement of dried feed and oats would fill their stomachs nicely too.
“So where’re ya from, Isa?” Wayne asked, deciding to continue their polite conversation to get to know more about the woman. “And what made ya decide to join this pack out of all of ’em?”
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