They had discussed it before, that she could stay at his place, watch his horses so that he can go run—- the topic had come up again, while she had spend the previous night with him. He had given her instructions, along with his shot-gun, just in case before she had moved to the stables, finding an elevated spot there, that allowed her a good view of her surroundings. “Have fun,” she’d called over her shoulder before hand. This was the part she would probably never understand—- but that was fine, she didn’t need to, to know he’d been craving to go out running for a while now.
She simply waits, the shot gun in hand, senses sharp and ready to ward off any wolf that dared to come close; for Duke to come back or sunrise, whichever would come first. // @fallen-alpha-duke