<strong>Sorcha Horse Thief...</strong><br/><br/>Sorcha went to the stables, her smile was apparent as the scent of the horses and the other animals caught in her nostrils. She was somewhat more attractive with that smile; she appeared so much less aggressive yet her feral appeared still remained. She was wild yes but not a beast, it was just she understood them so much better.<br/><br/>Now without her gag the pict made small whinnying noises to the horses choosing the right ones for both herself and Autolycus. They would need strong and steady for a long journey, and nothing to flighty. He would need a horse and thus she found a grey for him dappled with a fine mane, a mare too as they were easier to control. For herself it was a pony, bay with a thick main and tail. Far less grand but good for the purposes she needed.<br/><br/>She even took two dogs with her and a mule. The dogs would offer protection and Sorcha understood they needed a beast of burden too, thus one of the mules was taken.<br/><br/>The woman did not even need ropes for the horses the seemed to know her way with them, as her nostrils flared, and she made soft noises yet would not look at them. Sorcha was the herd leader, one of the dogs followed too…good protection the pict thought. They were ready now…They would find a way to find the snow again or at least away from the corruption.<br/><br/><br/>