Sweet, Sweet Freedom

Speech

Acacia tossed her head and Torin wondered again just what exactly she was, she had many of the mannerisms he'd seen in other similar prey animals and he wondered if she was maybe some sort of differently shaped deer. But his answer would come soon enough, she was a horse... something clicked in his mind. He'd never seen one obviously but he'd been told of times past when his family's packs had played host to a horse. That gave him a reason to peer a little closer, curious what exactly it was that had driven that one horse to stay among his family all those years ago.

Speaking of... "Not here no. I'm an alpha to a pack a little ways from here." He chuckled, amused by her own view on her species. "Many of us don't live in packs either, and historically within my own family one of our packs played host to a horse as a member as well." He paused for a moment. "That was years before I was even born though, it's wasn't particularly common even then."