It had become a habit of his to come out to the Sugarwoods when he wished to be left alone in peace or simply to search out companies of others outside of the pack. He cared about each member, of course, but at times the same company and tasks got to the alpha and he would take off to the woods for some time to himself. I seemed as though Gunnar had yet to propose to young Fia, though he had permission from himself to go ahead. The father wondered if the boy would be well received by his daughter. With a little luck she would knock some sense into him and they would wait for mateship when they were a little older. It seemed that in his middle age the warrior was becoming more aware of the ways of the world and with that he became more cautious with his children, wishing them to make better choices but unable to stop them.


A banging sound and a squeak caused his ears to flip up in attention and his nose to instantly start twitching. Following the direction of the sound the tall two-legged male found himself staring at a shorter male and a cottage. The expression of clear annoyance was on the stranger’s face. A cocky smile spread across his lips as he approached the stranger a few more feet. “Having issues there?” He teased lightly. There was no telling how the other male would react to Jazper’s laid back and confident speech. It was entirely possible that this small male would challenge him and find the friendly demeanor against their taste but at the moment the Knight could care less, he could use a little action. Decided that he should introduce himself the black wolf spoke up again, his Scottish accent sneaking in, “Name’s Jazper Rhiannon-Knight. I’m from the pack Casa di Cavalieri, little north of here.”

There was a certain level of patience one had to have when you looked different. At least in his own case it was a good kind of different, although he would rather not have to deal with staring. The Knight smiled on, waiting for the little red male to react past his initial shock. “Genetics.” He spoke, thinking that if he was lucky enough the other would be book smart and know what the heck ‘genetics’ were and he would be allowed to skip the long story of the Scottish pack and generations of selective breeding for strength and size. It was a story he preferred to tell only when necessary as it usually led to the story of his parents death, and his adoptive parents bickering and split, and now his own split form his ex mate. It was indeed a rather depressing tale that he reserved for friends.


Finally the ginger’s jaw returned to it’s natural position and a stuttering voice escaped before he regained composure and began to speak normally. Glancing at the door Jazper thought of all the doors he had pushed open with little work, the old building doors seemed to get stuck after awhile but it had never been a problem for the large leader. At the proposition for some wine the large male shrugged, “Sure, why not.” He would have helped regardless of anything in return but he was certainly always up for a drink and a chat. Taking the few extra steps he placed a large shoulder against the doorframe and gently pushed, the door popping open with ease. Turning he chuckled, “Now that wasn’t too hard. Don’t see what your issue was.” Taking a step inside the male ducked down, it would be more comfortable when they were sitting. “What’s your name? I didn’t catch it.”

At the first comment the male made Jazper chuckled a little, “Nah, I guess not. What fun would it be if we all were giants.” The world was only so interesting because of the different kinds of canines, in his own opinion. Moving further in into the house he looked at the seating arrangements, there was one very large couch and a smaller chair separated by a dully-colored rug. After the introduction Jazper was about to speak but was cut off very quickly as he felt a body slide between his legs and saw the red-coated wolf jump into a bow, a silly smirk on his face. A grin spread across the warriors face, such agility would make for a good warrior if he was willing to learn. “Well we can’t all be circus wolves either. That sort of speed would be useful in a fight.” The compliment was handed out lightly as he walked towards the coach, taking the bottle with a nod of thanks before swinging it back.


Sitting down beside the other male casually he leaned against the back, stretching his long legs out happily. Before his ears perked up and listened to Sebastian’s question. It was precisely the question he had wished to avoid but he could always get away with getting to the point instead of dancing around with details. “You're welcome.” He stated politely. “My parent’s were from Scotland, my dad was the next in line to be alpha after his father passed away but we moved to Canada before that happened. Back there only the largest wolves were allowed to breed.” Taking another swing the warrior was pleased to sit and drink again, no worries. His golden eyes turned to look the younger male over, “Where are you from?” It was always polite to return such questions.

The talents that Sebastian listed certainly sounded like those that members of a circus might possess. When he was younger his adoptive mother had often read to him, as well as teaching him to read, and among the books he had quite enjoyed hearing of humans who did flips in the air and could balance on one hand on top of a ball. “Well, if it sounds like you’d be a fine circus wolf if there ever was one.” The giant complimented with a soft smile. Although any dream of himself becoming an agile performer had long ago faded with his bulky form, Jazper felt like it was always best to support the dreams of those around him. As a young pup he had dreamed of becoming a warrior much like his father and it seemed now that this dream was completed. He knew a thing or two about swords and throwing a dagger, and no one would doubt that he could throw a good punch in a fight.


As the ginger spoke of Italy the Knight continued to drink, nearly emptying the bottle with a large chug. “Italy…” He spoke, nodding as though he knew that fate would naturally drag him to another Italian. “My ex mate and alpha were from Italy. Ha una bella lingua.” The Italian words slipped off his lips with ease though in his accent the vowels were spread. Although not fluent in the language he had picked up a fair amount from his time with the Marinos. Ghita enjoyed speaking it to the children when they were younger, and sometime he would encourage them in the foreign language as well.


In his talk Jazper missed Sebastian’s eyes wandering curiously and him in. “That’s all in the past though. She tossed me out of my own damn room after I asked her to start Casa with me. I have much better things to do than think about her all the time but Fenris knows I can’t seem to find something to distract me from her.” Perhaps he need o work harder, work always seemed to distract the mind.

The friendly giant had to chuckle along with the ginger male as they discussed the circus that had forever entertained the human race. He had never seen wolves do a full circus act, though he would never put it past luperci to have a traveling circus somewhere on this planet. It seemed that the older he became the more use to the human ways he became. As a young wolf he hadn’t been able to shift until Lucifer shared his blood with him as a young man, allowing him the gift of shifting. Human pleasures had become the norm for Jazper and it seemed odd to remember his old way of life with his biological parents, living in a cave.


He nodded solemnly as Sebastian inquired further about Ghita kicking him out, It seems we have different values and goals in life. I’ve always known that one day I would leave Crimson Dreams and start a pack of my own, I just didn’t know when. It’s probably for the best that she’s gone now though. It makes it easier to move on. With her so close by he often had found himself thinking about returning to talk to her, see if he could convince her to return to Casa with him, but he knew deep down that it was a hope that was empty and even if they did get back together, even if it was for the sake of their children, he would not trust her and she would not trust him the same way ever again.


The touch and words shocked the warrior as he felt a finger follow along the path of the scars he knew all too well. He finally drew his golden eyes to look at the small male in slight confusion, though his message was clear. Pushing the timber wolfess out of his mind he regarded the ginger with a crooked smile. Maybe. He was certainly not bad looking and Jazper hadn’t been with another male in quite some time. The last male he had touched had a subordination fetish however and Jazper wasn’t really sure how Sebastian would like it. Regardless the giant male decided to go for it. Looking down at the male he lifted his own hand and began to play with the fur on his chest. It may take a lot to distract me though.

Ghita had clearly done the old dog in, leaving him a little battered in his heart and feeling down. He knew that he was pretty handsome male, definitely on the larger and stronger scale to the majority and he even had a good head on his shoulders thanks to his adoptive mothers will to teach him to read. It wasn’t like he would never find someone interested in him, heck he had managed to attract males and females before, but he just didn’t have the heart yet to go out and be wild. No, he would never have gone out searching for love tonight, it was just luck that found him Sebastian, and Sebastian would be the turning point for him, making him feel confident and reassured. After tonight Jazper would be a new man, a new single man.


The man began to play with the hairs on his chest, the same way that Jazper was with his fur, causing the warrior to smile. As he began to purr loudly the Knight suppressed a chuckle, he had never heard that odd sound from a canine before. But it wasn’t until lips were touching his body that he realized exactly where this was going, and immediately his body began to grow excited.


When the words reached his ears his inner Alpha growled, though the growl would be preserved as playful. It was a bad decision, or a good one, to challenge the larger male. With his strength behind him he shifted, grabbing the male as he stood, and pressing him up against the wall. His large body pressed against the smaller torso as he began to run a large hand up and down his thigh and wiggle his tongue teasingly around his right ear. Try me. He hissed with a smirk.