It was almost spring; the Sole could feel it in his bones. He had seen enough changes of the seasons to recognize the signs, though his curiosity in the changing seasons had faded after his third year. Meanwhile he was sure those under two years of age were full of excitement at the returning sounds of birds and the odd butterfly he had seen around the Fort. Crimson Dreams had always been beautiful around this time of year but in his mind nothing could beat the sight of Kingsbury in late spring and summer. Tree’s whose leaves had fallen not so long ago were starting to bud again and he recognized the odd blooming flower popping out of the cracks between stone pathways. In a moons time the Fort would be covered with beautiful flowers, blossoming veins on the remaining houses, trees bearing fruit, butterflies and birds. It was certainly something the warrior looked forward to.


He had heard a call but ignored it, allowing himself some time to sit in the warm sun, back leaned up against one of the stone steps leading to the Courthouse doors. However, the second call bid him to get off his butt and with a sigh he rose to his feet and began a comfortable jog. It would only be a short wait for him to reach the two females and once they came into sight he slowed to a stop, standing beside Selene. The brown hued lady had only joined them a short while ago but was already proving herself to be a good assent, and she seemed to be able to communicate with Hadley well, a task Jazper struggled with still.


Although his body language displayed dominance he allowed his muzzle to be turned up in a grin. He was not an unhappy man and his members all knew him to be good-hearted. The Knight gave a small bow of the head in respect to the wanderer, she had been polite and patient, waiting at their boarders without trespassing, and so he would be respectful to her. Turning his golden eyes to Selene he gave he a subtle wink, Thank you for helping this young lady, I was a bit pre-occupied. It was a little white lie but in all honesty he had been scouting the territory all morning and needed the break.


Jazper’s giant frame turned take in the silver fae before him. She was slim, her long legs making up for most of her height, although his massive size dwarfed both of the females regardless. I’m Jazper, the Sole or alpha male of Casa di Cavalieri. How can I be of service to you today? His face was gentle even though his tail was raised high. This fae was of no threat to him and the leader liked to believe that the canines of this world wished his pack no harm. Soft smile and tender eyes reassured the silver wolfess, sure she would need it thanks to his intimidating stature.

He was pleased with he manners. Although he did not demand the submission there was something in his Alpha blood that relaxed more when a stranger showed proper respect. He was not an arrogant soul, at least he believed himself not to be, but the Knight held strong values and respect went a far way with him. He listened, allowing himself to remain silent as the fae spoke, taking in her words and how she spoke. She worded her sentences well, a mark of a good politician. Perhaps with time and practice she could be a good ambassador.


Her request to join the pack did not surprise him as there were only a couple of reasons a member would call him to the boarders, either they were having issues with a trespasser, a member of a different pack wanted to speak to him, or someone wanted to join. Even though he trusted Selene had inquired some things before his arrival Jazper held a healthy curiosity for those who wished to join Casa. Please, just call me Jazper. He insisted. Although he enjoyed the title of ‘Sir’ it was not something he wished to be called permanently.


Shuffling his feet in the cold damp grass the leader looked the female over once more. She had a scar on her chest, three swipes that reached to her ribs. It was very similar to the four-claw scar that ran from his right shoulder down to wrap around his left hip but he did not inquire about it. Instead he asked a broader question, Well Isa, what do you have to offer your packmates? I assume that if you join I will have your loyalty but what about my members? In Casa we work towards being a family. I wish only the best for my members and we work as a pack to survive. What skills would you bring to the table? The alpha was unaware that Selene had asked a very similar question already but regardless he wanted an answer.

No need to apologize. It’s just a preference. He explained, his soft Scottish accent rolling the r off of his tongue as he spoke. Silently he watched her, her bright blue eyes staring at his scar. Quickly he explained, Got in a fight with a bear when it tried to attack the alpha of my old pack, my old mates sister. My mate and pups were also very close to it when it attacked. He left it at that, unwilling to explain that the bear had been a friend of a younger member of the pack and it had all been a huge miscommunication landing both him and the bear in critical condition. It wasn’t his only scar but certainly his largest. He also had a dragged bite mark on his right wrist and another bite mark on his left shoulder, which was hidden by his pale blue shirt. The scars each held their own story but there would be time for stories at another time.


Her list of skills was good a hunter and a bit of a fighter. Though she was narrow in frame he did not doubt that she had speed, a powerful thing to have against larger opponents. His only concern was her skill at using her natural advantage, there was no doubt she knew how to use her speed to hunt, but could she use it in battle? Experience alone would help her fine tune her fighting and Casa was certainly a good place for a sparring partner. His ears perked at her mention of being loyal to himself and the Luna above all. His face grew a little more serious. You are welcome to join us in the Fort. You may pick a room on the bottom floor of the Courthouse, Selene will show you around.


But he was not finished, before turning to leave he added, You are new, right now your loyalty is fickle. In time hopefully Anann and I may earn your loyalty but your pack, as a whole, should hold your loyalty. Your loyalty is to Casa, not it’s leaders. He allowed her time to think on the matter as he looked to Selene once more, it was a good lesson for her as well. The reason for Jazper’s belief was because he had been part of a pack whose members had over thrown their leader because she was irresponsible. Casa needed to thrive and so the members needed to be loyal to each other, to the ideal of a Cavalier. Lightening the mood a little he chuckled, Though I will certainly work for the loyalty of Casa’s members. With that the large beast turned away and made his way back to the Fort. Perhaps he had said too much, stepped out of place, but who would challenge him for being too outspoken?