[/html]There was something that changed in Caspa when Alder asked that question. Everything in her features told him before she even spoke that it was certainly not the reason for her coming to the race track. He was slightly taken a-back but the reaction, figuring that the only reason others might venture here was horse and Marshal related. He had been mistaken, as she explained the male was enlightened by the new information. He had not thought much of running for such a reason, but of course his daily tasks were likely odd to the woman too. Alder ran to chase, and did not find pleasure in galloping on his own four paws with no motivating lure.
Hawthorn shook his head, snorting lightly as he stood in the place Alder had situated him. He enjoyed meeting canines, and he did not understand why all of the attention was passing between the other two creatures with not even a nibble given to him. His caretaker payed no attention, focusing his thoughts on the lithe woman before him. We can leave you to your running if you'd like, I will make sure that no one interrupts you. Alder smiled, his tone genuine as he sought to please the fey and share the racetrack. There was no reason for horse and canine not to co-exist in harmony, even if one did not wish to interact closely with the other.