Round 2: Jazper, Anann, Rem? ,Rurik, Dixie 
WC:300+
Whisper Beach seemed to be an ideal place to start up a pack. As far as visiting other packs it was the center of attention, never too far from any one pack. This was ideal in Jazper’s mind as he intended the pack to be very involved in connections with the others. There was also a beach, much like the one he had grown up with in Crimson Dreams. Although he was leaving the pack he loved he believed it would greatly benefit everyone to have a central pack of warriors and healers to go to during a conflict. This current madness of waiting around all the time had to end. In a few months hopefully he and Anann would have a small group of warriors at their call.
Nodding in agreement to the Golden lady the large brute pushed forward. The horse was a smart enough animal to handle itself and if it didn’t….oh well. Anann would not be impressed with his general lack of concern for the beasts but who could blame him? Jazper had been born and raised by Non-Luperci parents for the first part of his life and it wasn’t until recently that he had been told Luperci were keeping things he considered prey as pets. It was a strange behavior for a wolf.
The sound of hurried hooves accompanied by squealing forced his ears backwards. “What the heck.” He grumbled as he turned just in time to see a brown hued male running right for them with none other than Rem chasing after him. The stranger’s cries for help brought anxiety into the warrior who quickly rushed forward, crashing into the smaller male and pinning him under his massive figure in an attempt to stop the horse from trampling him. Hopefully the horse would be kind enough to remember that Jazper was a friend. Sure enough Rem skidded to a stop just before them. Although is large body still pinned the brown male to the ground Jazper turned to look at his companion, “Anann…” His tone very clearly meant ‘deal with this horse’ but he was not about to be so rude. Looking down he added to the male below him, “You’re lucky you didn’t run into anyone worse with the war going on.” Waiting for a response the Knight decided the Loner could use a lesson, so he did not remove his weight.
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