[J] Fondest dreams

Wayne McCoy · 05-10-2012, 08:51 AM

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Meep, sorry for the wait. I've had final exams and haven't had much time for posts lately. +324

Adriana smiled broadly when she was officially welcomed into the pack, and it warmed the dusty-furred man’s heart. His ears perked at her request, and although he looked surprised, he answered swiftly. Yes, of course. He knew that he’d seen one or two of the pack horses foraging not far from the borders, and it would be as easy as calling them if he could. Riding through the territory would be refreshing and helpful to the newcomer, although he knew it’d be hard to ride through the courthouse that the pack made their home.

Tout d’abord, Wayne added for her benefit, je dois appeler un cheval. He motioned for her to keep walking in the meantime, as he headed further into the territory and kept his nose up for the smell of the Casa herd. ls ne vivent pas dans une étable, mais libre. He had no doubt a few stalls might be built for them with the new construction, but they enjoyed being free-range to his knowledge. The only problem was that it took a hell of a lot of time out of his day to track them all down.

Teeth at his shoulder made him wrench around, and Wayne chuckled lightly. The woman spoke to the horse, and he decided that the situation was under control before sniffing again and letting out a bark. Before too long a light bay horse came through the smattering of trees, and the cowboy stroked his nose gently in greeting.

Buckeye, he introduced to Adriana. Partagé par la meute. He didn’t know how else to explain about the communal horse in French, but it didn’t matter. He mounted the stallion, which sniffed curiously in Dalia’s direction, and turned his head back toward the fort. At least showing her how to get to where most of the pack lived would be helpful; he’d go into detail if she asked questions about the different places within Casa territory.

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