cowboys and lassos

Fin had no trouble deciphering what the silent boy had to communicate, not that his siblings often did. His brother’s words were confident and quick as he explained his idea further. They’d find a place to hand it up high just like Ysmir was envisioning. The boy might have nodded in affirmation but he didn’t want to mess up the knot that was being tied as the tiny hummingbird helped the boys out. Ysmir wondered for a moment where Barenziah might have gotten off to. The young gyrfalcon had just learned to fly and keeping her close on a regular basis was difficult. The boy couldn’t blame her though, if he had wings he’d want to fly all the time too.

Tyrfing went on and asked what Ysmir thought horses might like to eat. Dual toned eyes widened slightly, uncertain of the answer. He wasn’t even sure what his favorite thing in the world might be to eat. Careful not to mess up the creation of the snare he shrugged a little, but ran his cat paw over the grass at their feet. He always saw them eating grass so could he say horses favorite was grass? But he’d also seen the older pack members feeding their livestock fruits. The animals seemed to go crazy for apples. ”h..app..l.” The boy whispered almost incoherently.