oom: amarillo, tx - for yrael

[scurlock]

True to his word, he's downstairs early, with his bag packed and his gun at his hip. He's ready to head back out to Amarillo, and this time he's taking along a guest for a bit of the ride.

At breakfast, he orders himself bacon and eggs, coffee, and a dish of cream. The first three are for himself. The latter is placed beside him on the bartop.

He figures Yrael has cream-sensing senses no matter what form he's in, so it seemed the quickest way to find him.

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[scurlock]

"Don't mind at all."

And the horse, well, he might have minded a bit but that doesn't really matter.

"You want to look for that rock, now?"

[mogget_cat]

"Sounds like a good plan," smiles the not'cat.

[scurlock]

He lifts himself up in the saddle, turning Cortez in a neat, 360 degree circle with a gentle touch of the reins. Once he sits again, he changes their direction.

"C'mon," he clicks to the animal, nudging him off. "Let's go this way, awhile."

[mogget_cat]

"All right," he replies, following. It's an odd pace, for Yrael, being somewhere between a swift slink, a trot, and a slow lope, but he manages. He doesn't really want to scare the horse too much, so he keeps the lopes to a minimum, and keeps within the horse's peripheral vision.

Herbivores like being able to keep an eye on any predators nearby, he knows.

Their path is vaguely downhill, and eventually, they come to a winding, rocky path that marks a dry stream bed.

"It would take more than a little rain to do this stream any good," Yrael says, sniffing briefly at the rocks. "What water there is, flows underground."