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Black and tan hands gripped the rope, like the jaws of an alligator they had closed and nothing was going to open them. The tawny coy-wolf, gold eyes shut, could only hold on as the beast pulled him first to the ground and then across it. There was pain, and yet the tolerant beast took the hurt and would not let go.
When the voice came to him Heath opened his eyes, and then as if a answer to his wish the Dreamer rushed after him and took hold of the rope. The giant’s body landed on the ground and Heath no longer moved against the dirt. Dazed, he could hardly lift himself from the ground, but with the encouragement of Jazper Heath was able to let the rope fall from his grip and attempt to work his horse whispering magic. Not that it had worked so far. A hushed and quick, “okay…” was breathed and then the small male approached the horse from the side.
The black coated beast stood uneasily. And Heath spoke to him with a cooing hushed voice. He placed a light tones paw low on his neck, softly to get the stallion used to it. The black hooves pawed on the ground but no longer lunged against the rope. With a glance and a wave of his soot-furred paw Heath gesture to let up on the rope and allow for a small bit a lag. He wanted to see what the beast would do, if he would try to bolt once more. Lumière walked towards him, having keep her distance as he fumbled and made his mistakes. The mare caught the stallion interest, and black eyes looked at the merle horse but still did not test the rope.
Again Heath “woh’d” him, hoping to sooth the unease felt in his form. Long dark face turned at the sound of the other wolf, eyes peering down at the large canine. Curious it seemed.