-Alexis Lycan, 18 Years Old-
Alexis shifts uncomfortably in the saddle as he rides slowly through the woods. Feeling warm despite the cool weather, he unclasps his black cloak and lays it across the rump of his beloved horse. He then shifts again, making his horse snort in irritation and stomp a powerful hoof into the ground.
"I'm sorry, my friend." Alexis says affectionately as he pats his steed on its neck, leaning in close so his words are heard. His horse looks back at him and snorts softly, its breath visible in the chilly evening air. She shakes her head to the side, tossing its long mane about. Apology accepted it seems.
