[/html]Alder looked down at Pony, and touched the top of her head affectionately. She was a good little mare, and did not cause him any trouble at the least. It was only when Trent was around that she became energetic and a bit unruly, but nothing that the tall Marshal couldn’t manage. She nuzzled into his hand again, and even became a bit pushy. Alder removed his paw from her all together; unconsciously teaching that attempting to over power would not gain her more petting.
The masked male hadn’t even given that idea a thought, and for him his focus had been on the new leader rather then the old one. Perhaps he had been too distracted, or easily moved to bypass one that had been brought down to the level of a Serf. But Trent’s insight was eye opening and Alder nodded. That was nice of him, venturing on the verge of compassionate. A trait that he had not truly seen in Trent until now, all Alder had witnessed was awkwardness and fear. He should appreciate that. Alder returned, his words coming more softly then before. Strelein should appreciate the attention he got, for at his level there was likely to be little shared with him. Yet the Captain did not know if that was really fair or not.
He explained what he had been doing, and that was residing within himself. Nothing told Alder that Trent had been working on a co-rank, or a project in general that would keep them separated for all these months. But it was no real surprise that Trent was off being by himself most of the time. Though compassion was a new to be see from him, aloofness was not and Alder only nodded. In the moment that he took to find the words to respond Trent returned to the subject of their new Serf, and with the questions his thoughts were diverted away from their previous focus.
I don't think he deserves gifts, he did not fulfill his responsibility to the pack. Alder returned, even giving him a look of surprise. Why would Trent bring a gift to a wolf that had failed them? Then in the next turn his features softened, But I imagine he is lonely. They all got lonesome at one point or another. Alder then moved to grasp the pony’s halter and with it in his hand extended to the coyote he added, She could use a run in the pasture. looking to him to join in on the chore.
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