[/html]Alder had noticed a change in his routine and it had started a few months ago. For some time the Marshal had felt that his days would simply blur together, one right after the other. The same thing day in and day out. He did not mind the work, it was his passion and he loved that he got to wake each morning to care for horses and work with them. It had all changed when the blurring days were interrupted by the stable hand that Alder had acquired. He was grateful for the help that Hati provided, and the canine company that was given changed his routine drastically. But in a positive way.
He found himself waiting for the young Squire, planning lessons for him in the care of the stables or in riding. Indeed Alder had taught many how to ride, but Hati returned again and again to master the technique. The Marshal knew that the other who did not ask for more instruction could ride, but he felt that the midnight pupil would become much more talented in the saddle then the others.
The morning was no different, another hot summer day. He stood beside the young stallion, one of the many the Court owned as a communal steed. The air was far too heavy for hard work, and he had already hauled the morning water. The heaviest of work completed he resided to something a bit more pleasurable then mucking and carrying. The horse was tied out under the sun just below the loft's doorway and the wolf stood among a few hefty buckets of water and held a soft bristled brush.
The horse was enjoying the bath, a hearty scrub that took up the dirt that had been caught but it’s short thick coat. Alder found himself drenched from his hands to his elbows, but the water was cool and fresh from the nearby stream. He smiled, petting the horse’s neck as he worked the brush over the horse’s hide. Taking up the bucket Alder poured the last clean bit of water in it over the back of the stallion. Perhaps protesting the shower the horse nickered and whipped his long mane to rid it of the sopping feeling, spraying Alder instead.
The Marshal raised a black tinted arm up to cover his face, but could only give a deep rumbling laugh at his predicament.
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