There was an extra skip in the leader’s walk as he made his way around the boarders. Though the summer had been particularly hot this year and his dark fur had quickly shed away to make up for the heat in early spring, he was happy. Casa was progressing better than he had hoped and although they had lost members it was nice to have a smaller close-knit bunch of canines. With Anann out of commission it was easier for him to manage the smaller group. And what was more they had an ally in the Artisans who shared a small amount of neutral territory between them. It made the Sole full of pride for his members that they had set up such a strong pack in less than a year. It all came so natural to him to lead and it left him the happiest he had been in years.


Making his rounds around the borders was an every day event for the Sole. Every now and then he would stop to re-mark a fading scent or scratch up a tree by the boarders to claim the land as his own. It was primarily his own scent that marked the boarders now that his co-leader had stepped down from stress. It saddened him that his dear friend was struggling but he needed to step up to the plate in the next few months while she needed him to be strong for the pack. A call from the boarders turned his head, his ears perked. It was a familiar call, but one of an older version of what he remembered. In his Halfling form he easily traveled quickly, unafraid of the noise he created sending the creatures of the forest away from him.


It was not long before he cam upon the younger male and his golden eyes immediately went to the young horse beside him. An unimpressed look replaced his large grin for a moment while he looked the beast up and down. Residing to ignore it he returned his bright eyes to the Marino boy he had watched grow from a pup. “Silvano! Il mio ragazzo! What brings you here?”"
The Italian sounded strange on his lips but when it came to the Marino’s he respected their language and culture. He had learned a good amount of the language while mated to Ghita. “You have grown a lot since I last saw you.” The scent of the younger male made it obvious to Jazper that he now resided with the members of the Court, not to far to the south.

It was strange to see Silvano knocking at his doorstep and the very sight of him brought joy to the large coal wolf, but it also brought back memories and regrets. Jazper had not left Crimson Dreams the way he wanted. If everything had gone the way he wished he would have created Casa with his mate by his side, and left a close friend near by. Instead his dreams of better protecting Crimson Dreams and his friends had ruined two of his closest relationships in his life. Ghita had left him camping in the rain and Savina had snapped at him and pushed him out even further. He adored the Marino family, it was the first family that cared his blood, but that was all in the past now. If he could do it all over again he would. Casa di Cavalieri had the strength of trained warriors but caution and care that come from many hearts of gold. “Why do you think I never shift fully down, huh?” He pointed out with a grin.

He readily ignored the horse and it’s need of attention. Although he didn’t care much for horses Vito had softened him up a little. A russle in the trees drew his attention up in time to see Alena, the barn owl who he had helped nurse to health, land. Her light brown eyes shifted from wolf to wolf. “Silvano, this is Alena. She tends to follow me around, keeps an eye on things. My friend Alyssum is trying to teach me to communicate with her but I’m no good.” He chuckled lightly. At his confession of his living arrangements the Knight nodded with a smile, “Of course, of course. The ladies here would not be good company for Giselle. They are all lovely but they know how to bite.”

He pondered over what to tell Silvano about Casa. Things were good, naturally, but he didn’t want to bore him with things like prey and the weather. “Wonderful.” He admitted finally. “Both Enzo and Tony are engaged. Enzo to a girl named Juliet Moonsong and Tony to a lady named Neela Garcia. We also recently hosted a Ball with the d’Arte pack, forming an alliance with them.” Adding as an after thought, “Aro’s gone a little nuts and has decided to keep a pet fawn. Something about killing it’s mother and it not fleeing or fighting against him.” The whole situation was very confusing to the leader. “Regardless I suppose whatever makes him happy makes me happy. How are you and your mate?”