Dripping with sweat, Seth continued to muck out each stable. This had become his new routine, starting each day by taking the horses out, refilling their feed and water. Cleaning the stalls.
He saddled any horse that was needed, but his days were fairly relaxed once the chores had been done. He had to bring them in and brush them down later, but that was it.
Each evening, there were gatherings for the tribe. Food was cooked outdoors under the stars, and they sat at long tables. All chatting and sharing the day's news with each other.
Everyone had been polite to him, but he didn’t feel truly welcome. He didn’t blame them, anyone dumped here by a God was bad news.
It was different, watching couples here. The horses didn’t have fated mates like wolves do, they actually chose their mat
