[/html]It was obvious at first glance that the horse had been tamed by a wolf in the past. The bridle was evidence of that. But Alder could see now that he had indeed been given more then just a bit and halter. It was perhaps the realization that had come though the horse’s eye as he looked at Alder and the female after words of low speech was cooed to him from the pair. The Marshal had forced himself not to address the woman when she spoke low speech, curious to know where she had learned it. There was a task at hand and he was dedicated to it.
Alder slipped the rope over the horse’s head, the movement that was very sudden but smoothly conducted. The horse shook his head, a minor protest to the small shock of what seemed like a mere shadow passing over him. The Marshal stood to the side, rope light in his head to give the stallion the room he desired. He was ready to release it if the stallion wanted to flee again; there would be no stopping him. Alder did not believe that he was wild, nor did he believe that he wished to hurt the Courtier or his new acquaintance.
It seemed that they all just wanted the bridle off, the stallions mouth look red and angry and he hadn’t even lifted up his lip. Try taking off the bridle, I think he will appreciate it. Blue eyes looked to the female, and he gave a small smile of encouragement.
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