Closer in to lower ground
Then I spent the mornin' thinkin'
'Bout the ones the wolves pulled down
Word Count → 351 :: Haha. <3 All good.
The brown-black wolf noticed him, lifting its head sharply as dark blue eyes took note of the cowboy. A deep breath told Wayne that this was a lone male about his age, but scent could rarely tell intentions. He would not let his guard down no matter who this canine was, not after the raid that had taken place in Casa di Cavalieri territory.
Normally, the wolfdog worried about his reasonably large frame intimidating others, but he was glad for this as he sat straight-backed on the pregnant paint. He did not growl any more, only kept a watchful eye with his good hand set on the horse’s neck to steady her; his suspicious energy would make her antsy if he couldn’t keep her under control. Gypsy had always been a pretty moody horse, but the foal growing in her brown- and white-splashed belly was not helping things.
The other claimed not to want to cause trouble, but his words about being lost rang genuine enough for the mongrel to relax—but only slightly, just enough to keep him from looking angry. He glanced at the surrounding trees then back at the wolf.
“You’re near the Casa di Cavalieri pack,” Wayne said, his southern accent not far diminished with his serious tone. “We’re a group of warriors devoted to fightin’ for peace rather than for the sake of war, but that don’t mean we’ll tolerate troublemakers too close to our land.” Another canine might have apologized for the suspicion, citing the raid as an excuse, but the Tronco did not want to reveal that weakness. It might be implied from his sling that there had been trouble recently, but to tell an outsider that an entire pack was affected by a fight was dangerous—even though Casa had been absolutely triumphant in defending their herd.
He shifted his weight on the horse’s back, still not wholly used to sitting without a saddle. His tone grew reluctant but polite enough. “If ya have somewhere specific you wanna go, I can try t’ point you out in the right direction. What’s your name?”
Wayne by Nat; table code from the Mentors!
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