Lessa settled herself a bit more comfortably, at ease now that James had backed off a bit. She slid her gaze to him, and smiled at his question. "9 in all... 5 mares, 3 stallions, 1 foal, and possibly a new colt coming in." She sipped at her drink again, and let her gaze roam over the crowd before coming back to settle slowly on James. "How do you like living in the cabin?" She questioned, suddenly feeling a little out of her element. Sure, she could pick bird-shot out of someone's ass and back, but ask her to sit in a booth and make small talk with a handsome man, and she was like a fish out of water. Idly, she played with the neck of her beer, her gaze bouncing around like she had a bad case of A.D.D.
Clay shifted uncomfortably at her softly spoken words, but forced himself from shoving his hands in his pockets, like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar... or stealing a piece of gum. He glanced toward the door, considering making a hasty getaway. But he stayed put, and finally sighed before answering, his voice soft. "I didn't know you were... a shifter. All i saw was a coyote, it's instinct for me to want to get rid of them... I'm sorry." he must have really been feeling shitty about shooting her, it was a rare thing for Clay to actually apologize, and say it sincerely. |
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