[/html]Alder waited shyly for the others to give the intrusions. He gave a hand to the younger female that spoke to him, and a smiled and a nod was given to the others. He did not recognize them, but he knew that he would not know every wolf that called the Court home. The male found a sense of relief when the brown man spoke his name and began to give the instructions.
He was always happy to be stuck with the horses, the task comfortable and familiar for the male. Out of his element Alder found himself getting anxious, but beside Hawthorn he knew he would fine.
The masked male nodded, and moved the horse with him as they began the task. The females moved towards him, and the older spoke. She explained the horse’s history and he gave a nod. Hawthorn had not done anything like it before either, but Alder was certain that they would make it work.
That’s fine. the quiet male returned with a smile. If they had proper harness for plowing Alder would have felt truly prepared, but the ropes would do well with the tack that Alder had handy in the stables. He gathered everything that he had brought with him and put it on the ground.
He pulled out the straps that would go along the horses’ necks and began first with Hawthorn, knowing him best. We can use these for the collars. He explained as he slipped the thick leather over the horse’s head. Then the ropes can attach to that. He gave the other to the older female for them to place on one other horse. Two would well for the logs, and if one tired they could be replaced with the third.
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