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The gate was heavy in his hand, but he held it open for the female. There was no personal reason to make her acquaintance, other then that they were pack mates. It was enough for Heath for a polite ‘hello’, but not the main reason for not dismissing himself. He wanted to know those that would be hanging around the stables, and those that would be risking their necks to catch untrained horses. And anyone that would be near Lumière or Stark, of course. The roam mare had noticed his departure from the pasture, and moved with a concerned gait towards him. A stern look slowed her pace, though the females words distracted him from stopping the mare completely. “We haven’t met.” Heath confirmed with tone and eyes. She was wild in her nature and look, he would not forget a woman such as she. Especially before meeting Ruri.
The mare walked behind the wolfess, with a distance that others might find uneasy. But Heath did not allow her out of the gate, closing it right after the wolfess passed through. As they neared the stables, she spoke once more. His ears turned to take in the sound. Her name fit, and Heath snorted a cynical laugh at her words. “morte dre Soul” he spoke his last name, giving her a look. His last name didn’t matter either. Surprised that they had something in common Heath spoke again, “doesn’t matter much either” Shoulders gave a little shrug at the comment. He picked up the bucket meant for hauling water, a rope hat had become astray and a halter. Gold eyes moved back to the females face as he asked, “So you were one of the originals?” The ones that found Ruri and made the pack possible? He wouldn’t give her that much credit of course.