Skye was still waiting for Bangle to take her precious son back home, although at this point she wasn't sure if that was going to happen or not. She didn't want to dwell on it, however - she couldn't dwell on it. She wasn't allowed. She had a pack, and two other children to take care of, and no matter how much she missed her son and hoped and prayed that he was alright, she couldn't continue to sulk around and not do anything for her pack. She had been doing things lately - she hadn't let her pack know that anything was wrong. She was good at hiding her emotions, and she had done it then, even thought it had been excruciatingly difficult for her to do so at the time, when she had been so distraught.
Now she walked along the coast again with her beautiful children and two lassos that she had made herself; she was planning on catching a couple of horses. The number of animals in the stables had grown dramatically, and she was glad that Shawchert, Orin, and Sky had made it so large so that it could accommodate all the animals that were flooding in. Right now, the female decided that, since the caravan was done and finished, she could go out and find some horses to pull it for the pack to have, rather than a bunch of private horses.
She had smelled and spotted a small herd of a dozen or so horses; she had been stalking them for what seemed like hours, and she was glad that her pups were relatively quiet as to not disturb the horses and scare them off. A small, pretty horse neared where she was hiding in the bushes and began to lean down, eating the grass; something strange seemed about these horses, and when she smelled them, they smelled like grass and wood rather than the wild, like other horses; she came to the conclusion that they had once belonged to humans and escaped the pen they were kept in, breeding from that group that escaped and making a semi-tame herd.
Realizing this, Skye slowly stood - the horse immediately backed away, but didn't run, and simply began to eat more grass farther away. Skye tiptoed near it again, and it backed away again, but not as far this time - this time, it looked straight at her, snorting and huffing but not moving any farther away.
Deciding that this was the perfect time, she took the rope in her right hand and flung it at the horse's neck - it draped over its ears, and the horse immediately nickered and raised its hooves in the air, neighing. The other horses around it scattered, leaving only three that looked slightly startled behind, eyeing Skye warily. She pulled the rope down as the horse was in the air, tightening it around its neck sufficiently; the horse was captured.
Looking at the other horses in the field staring at her, Skye dragged this horse over to a nearby tree - it neighed and tried to pull away, and she spent a while tying it up to the tree so it wouldn't run away; it was a long shot, but she would try to catch another.
Skye walked away for several feet, pretending that she was leaving. She then ducked down behind a large bush, waiting; she looked at the tied up horse, and then at the other horses that were staring at it suspiciously. The horse that was tied was pawing at the ground anxiously, but not as much as a totally wild horse would have done, and the others, rather than running like wild-bred horses would have done ages ago, went up to the horse and began to sniff at it.
Skye seized the opportunity to near them once again, without notice - she painstakingly crept up to them an inch at a time, hiding behind bushes and rocks and trees while doing so; the horses occasionally stopped and looked around, but went back to grazing. A gray one was nearest to her, and she wasted no time in throwing her last rope around its neck while it was eating the grass below her.
It tossed its head towards her and escaped the rope, beginning to run away - not wasting a second, Skye tossed it its way again, this time scoring as it landed on its ears and slid down to its neck; the horse was captured, although this time it wasn't as obedient as the other one - it fought her all the way over to where the other horse was, trying to go the other way, and nickering while it did so. Untying the other horse and smiling at her children, she began the long journey home - not long because they had traveled far, but long because of the stubborn but not fully or even half wild horses trailing behind them.
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