Keshi moved with a decent pace over the Sticks and Stones territory of Nova Scotia. Ankh lay in her lay, peering over the edge of the saddle nervously, clinging to the bag he sat in to keep him aboard. Pumpkin eyes, ones still with a hint of blue in them, peered up to the matching pair that his mother possessed. 'Mama?' he questioned, shuffling deeper into the bag. Odessa merely petted the child, 'Don't worry. I won't let you fall'. Delicate grey gloves fingers reached down to pet the snowy boy, eager to comfort him in the absence of his father. Unfortunately, his fur wasn't as thick as Odessa would have wanted, but of course, she loved him all the same.
Dish shaped ears spun towards the sound, obviously unable to make sense of the words clearly. But his mother's touch was reassurance enough and with bright orange eyes he surveyed the scene form the scene from the back of the horse he rode one. The medic smiled, and carried on directing the horse while the pup took his first look at the outside territory.
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