the way they always do, When you're ridin' sixteen hours
And there's nothin' much to do
As the piglet faded from his view, Asgeir could not help but growl crossly at himself. He growled at his eye, at his age, at his speed (or lack thereof). And skidded to a stop as he looked up to find himself very close to X'yrin. The golden wolfess was holding the squirming black piglet, at a distance from herself. With a mostly-fluid motion the man regained his feet, walking the last few strides to come to a halt in front of the Issor. His ears were laid back in deference to her position, but his mouth hung open in a pant, the corners of his mouth drawn up even further into a smile. She greeted him, slightly out of breath herself, and Asgeir bowed, taking the opportunity also to affix his plaid back over his eye. It's good t' see you again, X'yrin of Sangi'lak.
She thanked him and asked if there were anything she could do to assist him. He made a show of thinking for a moment, and then spoke. Nary a thing. But am I right in thinking you could use some more help from me? He motioned to the little piggy. Clearly whoever had made his enclosure hadn't done a good job of it. Without boasting, Asgeir was confident he could do better. 'm thinkin' perhaps you need a better craftsman for your pig pen, if this little oinker got out. He held up a finger signifying that he would be right back, then jogged back the way he came, following his own tracks back to the place he'd been carving.
He scooped up the pegs and the couple forms he had left on the ground, dropped them carefully into the wagon, then turned to the horses. They had strayed a short distance, grazing, but he knew they were still watchful. A sharp whistle brought them running and he got them hitched, then grabbed his spear and climbed atop Speck's back. His quiet command as well as heels firmly applied to Speck's sides got the outfit moving once more, toward the pack lands. They halted near X'yrin, and he slid from the stallion's back. He did not say as much, but he had his suspicions that X'yrin was largely alone within the lands. Maybe not completely, but mostly. The scents on her pelt had changed, it was more her, less pack.
To Asgeir's way of thinking, even if a woman was completely capable of handling herself in battle, she still needed to be protected. The alpha female even more so. And there was too much potential bad for him to leave her "defenseless". And so, though he did not voice his concern, he approached X'yrin and bent knee before her, spear gripped tightly in his right hand with the butt planted in the dirt near his knee. Lady X'yrin, I seek t' join th' pack of Sangi'lak. He hadn't joined a pack before, but he assumed that was how he should go about doing it. He kept his ears back, but raised his head to look at the wolfess.
You just wish the trip was through
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