by Wolf Prints » Tue Mar 31, 2015 8:18 am
Byakko was curled up in the recliner, almost asleep, waiting for Bryan to get home, and wishing he would. She missed him enormously, and wished he'd hurry. She rubbed her belly, murmuring, "Let's hope your daddy hurries home, little one..."
Lizbeth was riding War Cry through the forest with nothing but a neck rein and halter.
Dalyce was working with a colt, Daytona. The bright bay breathed hevily beneath him as he bumped him into a swift run, rounding the first barrel sharply and well, and then charging for the second to whip around it cleanly as well. The third barrel was a little sloppier, but Dalyce was happy with the colt's progress. "Perfect practice makes perfect, bud. Nice run." he thumped a hand on the thick neck, smiling happily.
Jake sat on a bench in the park, playing his accoustic guitaur.