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The wait was pleasant, he had time to play with Ciaran and relax slightly on these strange borders, Sauls presence an entirely calming one. He could tell his cousin was nervous but he didn't show it, Niernan supposed that would be unbecoming of a pack leader.
Before long a large horse came into view, a rather rotund, pale furred woman riding the horse. Behind the ridden male came two mares and a frolicking following of three foals. Nier smiled at the playful demeanour in which the foals carried themselves, it reminded him somewhat of the play that he and Bran had practised as pups. He tore his eyes from the foals when the pale woman spoke, she introduced herself and used some strange words in the process. He had heard of Casa di Cavalieri, it had been one of the packs that he and Bran had considered, but then Saul had come along and Vinatta with him. But though he had heard Casa before, Tronco was completely foreign to him, he supposed that it was a rank in the pack, just like Vinatta had the Vald, Araedi and all that. He heard Saul introduce himself and then Niernan, a white toothed smile sent his way with the utterance of his name. Niernan bowed his head and spoke in his lilting Irish tones, "A pleasure to meet you Ismeme."
His eyes flicked back to the foals as they continued to play, his cerulean orbs unable to stray far from the handsome little black and white colt. He was shocked as Ismeme revealed that one of the mares, Gypsy, had had twins, he did not envy the mare. When the Casa woman told them that Saul was entitled to one of the twins Niernan couldn't help the glance he shot his leaders way, he didn't want to show just how much he would love to have the colt in the packs stables as he didn't want to build his hopes up. Which foal they took was Sauls choice of course, and he wouldn't say anything unless Saul asked his advice. He was greatly relieved when the grey man chose the colt, an easy smile spreading across his muzzle. He thought then that he may be spending more time in the stables, even if he couldn't call the colt his own.
Niernan stood back and waited, now cradling Ciaran in his arms as Saul conversed with the heavily pregnant woman, asking after a 'Dixie' and a 'Wayne,' he wondered who they were, but didn't ask, more than content to wait and listen until he was spoken to or until it was time to leave.
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