08-10-2009, 10:30 PM
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“We’ll go.” He said. His tone unmoving and still cold. It was late and only right for him to check the stables, or at least be there before daybreak. He had made a silent promise, and he would stick to it. Once on a path it took a lot for the male to be moved from it. This was now his road, and he would walk until nothing smaller then a mountain stood it his way.
A hand rested on the mare's nose, a silent command, or more like a plea. She understood, and moved with out question. Coy-wolf and horse turned, leaving the dark pelted woman, her village dwelling horses and packlands without a second glance.