Gunther

The shepherd's dark cinnamon eyes gazed about him as he walked along the corral. He was mostly alert as he curiously looked around, occasionally peeking through each of the poles that he found contained those odd big creatures. They were many times his own size and possessed long legs that ended in large hooves. They looked like they could knock a dog like him out in one hit. His tongue began to loll out of his mouth as he walked along, looking at his owner and then staring back at the bigger equines. He had heard of these creatures. Some of the police often used them, although he had never seen one for himself. He tried to walk as far ahead of her as he could to survey his surroundings and see what was going on. There was so much stuff going on around him!

Morgan Rite

Morgan had cruches but was determined not to use them. Giving them to Jason to hold she limped along. Refusing his help to help her walk. She watched Gunther and watched the people pass with their horses. She didnt mind when others looked at her. Even when they asked to sign her cast. She knew most of them because she had been here a bunch of times to watch rodeos and other thing that went on. She patted her favorite horse Lightning who had won every race. She smiled to his hand keeper and kept going following Gunther.

Gunther

Gunther continued to watch his surroundings with a burning curiosity. Those big creatures sure smelled funny. His nostrils twitched incessantly to bring in the wafting hay and dust particles. He scooted over from the fence a ways as a horse and rider strode by on the opposite side. He could feel the ground firmly shake as the beast cantered past.

Not sure where Morgan and Jason were headed, he decided to go off on his own way as they followed along. Every once in a while he would slow a bit and look behind him to make sure they were there. Other than that, he appeared to be headed to the nearest barn. It was large and housed many horses, which he soon discovered once he stepped inside. The scent overwhelmed him. He decided to stop here and looked back at Morgan, waiting for her to catch up.

Morgan Rite

Morgan caught up to Gunther and smiled. Come on, Ill show you one of the horses im good with She said patting her good leg. She limped over to a stall and a head poke out. Hey girl, shhh She said quietly. The horse was pure white and her foal was black. She made Krystal, the grown mare, scoot back. Getting Water's, the foal, halter she let him come out. Water was just a foot taller then Gunther. Morgan smiled and patted Krystal calming her. See, no harm done boy, just big animals. Shes not as tall as the others but she'll grow probably to be like her father, 18 hands tall with furry hooves. She spoke quietly holding Water's halter and letting go as she let her back in her stall.

Gunther

Gunther perked up when he heard Morgan's voice. She seemed to want him to come with her, which he did eagerly as he followed along. He would stick by her side as she limped to a stall. He looked up at it curiously, yet warily as a large head poked out. He stood back as Morgan walked in and shortly lead a small black foal out of the stall. He was a bit unsure of it but his owner's voice reassured him instantly. This horse wasn't much taller than he was, he registered as he observed it from a couple feet away. Finally Morgan put the foal back into the stall and he perked up once more. He let out a few quick barks before walking up to the door and jumping up, placing his fore paws against the wood. He tried to peer in, wagging his tail all the while.

Morgan Rite

Morgan smiled and laughed a little. She winced a little at the pain in her ribs. Shaking her head to clear it away. Looking at Gunther she smiled. There was no way she would let him go. ''Come on Gunther! Lets go for a walk.'' Starting towards Down town towards the apartment she whistled and threw the ball for Gunther while walking slowly because of the crutches.

Gunther

The large black dog persisted in his attempts to peek into the stall and could manage a peek or two at the horses before hopping back down. He looked up at Morgan, those cinnamon eyes glinting with affection and anticipation. His tail waved furiously, which was almost rare for him. He had such a serious job before coming here and to not have to be on guard all the time was a special treat. He could really open up now. He had loved his job and all, but a dog simply needed other things to do as well.

Tail still a-waggin', he perked his large rounded at Morgan and gave a couple loud barks. He understood the words "come" and "walk" and his name of course. They all caused him to have a sudden surge of energy which he used to prance faithfully at the girl's side, occasionally circling around her and checking out a new smell.