They weren't close to each other. Even if one swallowed down the lies and agreed that they got along with each other no one would believe that they were friends. Terra didn't see horses as more than food. Alder saw them as some of his closest friends. Their lives just didn't intersect. She still sat there, listening to him speak. He was pack, and that meant something to her. Her words were perhaps not as useful to Alder as they'd be if she understood him better, but she did want to try.
His words surprised Terra. A lot. Stifling down a sudden case of the giggles the coyote did her best to continue listening to what the problem was. She did agree that it was foolish, though probably for very different reasons than him. For one, it was an argument with Trent. Shy bumbling submissive Trent. How would he even get up enough guts to argue? She knew he had an opinion, but picturing him arguing with anyone, and what it had to be to make him argue, was pretty humorous. Trent. As in the hybrid Trent? The one who's always super eager to prove himself and tends to trip over his own paws? Perhaps it was a different Trent he was talking about.
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