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The Gig, Sunday
Even with clouds in the sky, the weather was warm, and so Firekeeper and Blind Seer took the horses out to the paddock after the morning's chores. Firekeeper sprawled lazily on the grass as Blind Seer took up a game of chase with the horses. The game amused her, in that they'd been playing it almost as long as the wolves had been working with the horses, and still none of them tired of it.
At least there were no strange pieces of luggage today; her own arrivals on Friday had not been plentiful, but they'd been enough to make her brooding and sulky all day Saturday.
[ooc: open, with warning for possible bouts of SP throughout the day.]
At least there were no strange pieces of luggage today; her own arrivals on Friday had not been plentiful, but they'd been enough to make her brooding and sulky all day Saturday.
[ooc: open, with warning for possible bouts of SP throughout the day.]

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He'd spent the night outside. It'd been cooler than staying in the cabins for one, and for another well sometimes it was just easier being a wolf. Sometimes it was just easier hanging out with other wolves, which was what'd led him down to the Gig, remembering it was Firekeeper's day.
He considered going out there wolf shaped, but then someone might come by and ask questions. So in the end, it was a Jacob shaped boy who leaned against the fence, wearing nothing but a cut off pair of jeans with black hand shaped stains. "Are they used to wolves or is Blind Seer just special?" he called.
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"So they wouldn't like it much if I joined in?" he guessed, not that he had a desire to, honestly. It just looked amusing.
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Not that his fur had a tendency to curl.