SSWM 513
They had never settled an exact date for their next lesson. It had been Conor’s heart that eventually had screamed out in frustration and demanded more knowledge of how to save lives. He had already been confronted with minor injuries and cuts already. Being as fresh as he was with this knowledge he did not feel secure when he passed judgements on the topic. He silently feared something horrible happen now – his demonic father being the new alpha of Dahlia de Mai and everything. He was not Dahlia’s medic, but rumours had somehow spread somewhat and he feared they would eventually come to him with larger problems and he knew that he needed better and more training. Details needed repetition and he needed new knowledge to find its way to his memory. He knew where his black furred aunt lived and a visit was long overdue anyway. Now he was standing at the borders, wordlessly pleading for her to be present in the lands and close enough to hear his primitive call for her assistance. The female was kind and understanding and there was no fear that he would be bothersome with his presence. What caused worry to ripple through his body was the fact that he had not seen her lately and he worried that there was something going on – something wrong. He worried easily and sincerely cared for the individuals that helped give his life a form. There were so deserving of his gratitude and Hanna was one of them.
Eventually the sound of running hooves beating into hard packed ground sounded in his golden tipped ears before they swivelled back against his skull in instant discomfort. While he had heard all the usual rumours about wolves riding horses he had yet to see this in person. The horse and its rider came into sight and he stepped backwards several feet as his stress levels rose with the horse’s approach. Horses were food and their hooves were dangerous and deadly. He did not believe in this treatment. His books told stories about humans capturing and forming their fellow creatures instead of finding peace and balance. Was this what was slowly happening to the canine kind now? The horse seemed to obey the woman and he knew instinctively that this was wrong. Wolves were not supposed to use prey as anything else but prey. They had strong legs and endurance, they were made for a life full of physical challenges and this was not right. The boy’s ears stayed against the silky fur on his golden skull as Susquehanna, his aunt, somehow seemed to tell the horse to halt and then spoke. The young boy had troubles concentrating on the words she spoke. He forced an untrue smile to display across his face and dipped his maw in silent greeting. The woman’s voice had already continued and it seemed his reason for being here today was already guessed and revealed. ”Yes,” was all the young boy could say, sizing the horse up and down with clear unease.
