As soon as Mare reached into her bag Bronzey began hungrily sniffing around at what might be inside. When the apple came out his eyes grew a bit wider and the horse leaned in expectantly. It was at that moment that Cam decided to intervene. With his lightning reflexes Cam reached out and grabbed Mare’s hand with his while pulling back firmly on Bronzey’s harness. Bronzey neighed loudly in protest but was unable to lurch forward.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry,” Cam apologized for taking her hand without permission. “It looked like you might have been handing him the apple fingers first. He’d never hurt you on purpose – but accidents do happen. The best way to feed him is with your fingers together and palm all the way open,” he added. He gently let go of Mare’s hand and opened his palm to demonstrate. “I’ve been bit before. It’s not fun,” he added with a knowing smile. Later Cam would think back on the moment oddly. There was a kind almost… electricity to the touch.<br/><br/>This close to her he could make out the bodysuit of ink that ran from her neck to her wrists. The impressive art explained that she was indeed a member of the Rouge gang. “I don’t mean to intrude on Rogue territory, I’m just passing through,” he explained as diplomatically as he could. “To answer your question, I’m a guide. If I didn’t make my way through this gang’s territory or that werewolf’s territory I’d be out of a job,” he added, doing his best to turn on the charm. He knew that his job would be a lot easier if she trusted him, or perhaps even didn’t mind being in his company.<br/><br/>Bronzey finished munching on the apple and began sniffing around at Mare’s duffel bag for more, jostling her slightly.<br/><br/>“Sorry about that,” Cam apologized, reigning in his horse again. Bronzey gave him a disapproving glare out of one eye and snorted.<br/><br/>“Listen, we could talk here for a while, but it’s really hot. This horse needs some water, and you look like you need a ride. I could rearrange my gear and make room for a second seat up here. You’re so slight that Bronzey here wouldn’t even notice you. Interested?” He asked with a friendly expression. “You’re not going to find a better guide out here, I can tell you that. And I take payment in gold, silver, or dried food – so I’m flexible.”<br/><br/>Whether he was on her territory or not, a wilderness guide needed still needed to get by.<br/><br/>“What do you say?”