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It was early morning, a mere hour past sunrise, when the large black alpha stepped foot out of the Courthouse where all of his members took residence. Stretching up to the sky his massive jaws widened, letting out a yawn before smacking his lips mindlessly and looking around. Very little snow lined the ground, as the weather was unseasonably warm during the days and snowfalls were scattered over time. Green coniferous trees were spread out on what was the large front yard of the Courthouse, tracks marking the stone path that lead up to the front steps. He truly looked forward to the Spring when green would override white and flowers would blossom around the small village, even popping up between the stone slabs of the walkway. Many of their members had yet to see Kingsbury while it was green and Jazper knew very well they would all be as impressed as he had.


For no he made his way down the path, leaving the large building behind in the direction of the library, deep in thought already. Enzo was as on edge as ever even though he attempted regularly to reassure the boy that no more harm would come to the Juliet girl he had brought back after killing her rapist. It was a horrible thought to know that his son had murdered another but it was nothing that the sun king wouldn’t have done himself so all he could to is attempt to make the two wounded minds know they were safe within the stone walls. On a happier note Regner, the old man he had met in Halifax, and his granddaughter Adelle were quickly adjusting to their new home and it seemed that the little one was as happy as ever, and it pleased Jazper to have little paws scampering about.


The sound of running hooves caught his attention and his head turned in the direction of the racetrack, sharp eyes taking note of the singular beast trotting about. Although he did not like the fact that the horse in the inner ring of the racetrack was indeed his horse, the alpha sighed and made his way over to the track. He would not argue that the stallion was one of the best looking horses he had seen in a while, as it’s unique creamy white coat and black markings certainly made him distinguishable from the others and his massive size told that he could easily carry the leader, but his heart was not with the beast. The only thing that led him to jump the initial barrier and lean against the inner fencing was that the horse was a gift from Tony and it had been a good week or so since he had checked on it to make sure it was still in good condition.


He had yet to name the horse, though he knew eventually he would have to as he did plan on using it on long trips, especially those where he needed to carry things with him to other packs. The other horses were all already named and walking around happily, which made the Knight wonder why his was incased all the way over here. Perhaps Dixie or Wayne had corralled the stallion for one reason or another, either way the warrior did not think to deeply into the matter, as it appeared the stallion was happy trotting around, head as high as possible and legs seamlessly and elegantly in motion.

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His attention was fully captivated by the large horse who trotted around the inside ring. The Knight watched, trying to pick out some sort of personality traits from the beast that would help him learn to get along with it. Although he knew next to nothing about horses, besides that they could be used for carrying and pulling things, Jazper wanted to make sure he was safe and well kept care of by Wayne and Dixie. The creature seemed to carry a mixed feeling of elegance and wildness, still being not fully trained. It was entirely possible that Wayne or Dixie had managed to get it saddled up and even ridden on it but there was an edge to the horse that Jazper noted in wild herds.


The soft padding of hooves on snow caused the warrior to turn his head. Upon seeing the dog hybrid he smiled kindly. Wayne had been a member of Casa from the start and between himself and the small white lady that usually accompanied him the horses were managed. The small colt did not go unnoticed as it wandered back to what appeared to be it’s mother. It was nice to see that the youngling seemed strong as it was possible the colt could be used as a gift to another pack, if the hybrid allowed.


The alpha didn’t raise his tail or ear, unwilling to show any dominance over Wayne as he leaned up against the fence beside him. The words did not catch him off guard but the coal man was unsure what to say. “Ya, he’s alright.” He was a horse. A big horse with an interesting pattern compared to the others that Jazper had seen but he was no expert on what made a good looking horse. As long as the beast was able to work the Knight simply did not know how to care. “My son Tony brought it back from Freetown as a returning gift along with his own brown horse.” Pausing he remembered a fact that the Rispetto may find interesting, “The two are brothers apparently.” He didn’t know if that could possibly help with breeding but it was information nonetheless.

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He had been thinking of a name for the Stallion, knowing that horses normally had names thanks to conversations with Wayne and Dixie but he had been at a loss, almost telling the horse lovers to think of a name for him. However, the horse had been a gift from Tony, and regardless of if he liked it or not Jazper was a gentleman and would not take a gift from his son for granted. It amazed him regularly how his children had grown in the past year. Fia now had Gunnar and it looked as though Enzo was smitten with Juliet, the artisan he had saved. He wondered if Tony would find someone, there was not much choice for young ladies within Casa, especially not the damsel’s in distress that the Knight’s often seemed to fall for. He worried that with age his pups would break away from him and Casa to find their own way, and that simple thought drove him to appreciate the stallion before him.


"Vito." The Sole said simply. It was a word of the English language that he had never quite grasped in his readings. Vito power, he vetoed the idea….it just made no sense to him, much like the horse. Yep, only the best for my Tony." The father chuckled, "He’s always been very particular. If he wants something he’ll get it and he always wants the best. It wasn’t a terrible quality though it did get the boy in trouble sometimes. He was simply very determined and head strong, a train Jazper blamed on Ghita, though the Knight was not particularly weak willed either or patient either.


"His mother was the same. She always knew what she wanted and wouldn’t let anyone tell her different. A barn collapsed partially with one of our nieces inside and she went in to get her and ended up almost getting killed herself. She ended up with permanent damage to her knee but Fenris knows she would not listen to me and take it easy no matter how I pressed." A soft smile accompanied the story. He had never spoken of Ghita to anyone since forming Casa, keeping his thoughts to himself.


The cowboy’s serious tone was not left unnoticed, though he wasn’t really sure of why it was important what he planned to do with the horse. "I guess he’ll primarily be used for long distance travel and to help carry things to other packs and back or from Halifax. He’s a strong horse but a bit on the wild side so I’ll leave most of his training and daily life up to you and Dixie, I trust that you two will know what he’s best for. Does it really matter if he’s used for work or is left to his own devices?" Jazper’s words were genuine as he was very ignorant to horses and their uses and honestly could not tell the difference between a more showy horse and a workhorse.