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The black warrior sat silently in the morning light, sun raising over the mansion across the hills seeming to be only a small house from the distance. The morning air was crisp, cooling to the touch and sweet to the taste. The night had been refreshing to the knight having set up a shelter in the forest and camped out under the stars. He hadn't slept under the stars since he was a small pup. The memory of his childhood was always a difficult one.
He never truly would grow away from that suborn young pup full of fire, the little trouble maker and his parents spoiled pride and joy. No matter how much he yelled when he didn't get what he wanted, how much he cried over not wanting to do something they somehow convinced him to do what they wanted and love him at the same time. He could still remember the cold sting that chilled his nose when he breathed, the bugs biting at his ears as he tried to snap at them with his tiny teeth, and the warmth from black and white fur on either side of him.
Walking into the warm mansion he sighed. Everyone had their second chance. He had once been a strong willed, spoiled pup and now he had grown up. Knocking on the wooden door he sighed. Savina's scent floated out of the room. The sweet smell of the Italian women was homely to him. The knight owed Savina and Naniko a lot for giving him a home, a debt he planned on returning a hundred fold with his service only a call away. “Savina, is it a good time to talk?” The Rhiannon boy asked in a hushed gentle tone. The last time they had talked Mahlouk had stormed in accidentally, the poor male. Since then Jazper had felt guilty about sneaking around with him, it was time to tell someone.
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