Wasatch Pine Mustang Ranch

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_{Anne waited as her mother talked with the lady at the front desk, then eagerly grabbed Harry's hand and tugged him giddily him through an open doorway into a room filled with dogs in kennels. "There she is." Anne grinned as she pointed to a deep chestnut and white puff of fur shyly sitting in the middle of her cage, ears flicking up as she gazed over at the three with light yellow eyes. Anne smiled at the Australian Shepherd as a worker unlocked her cage and brought her out.} hmmm short...

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_{Harry smiled in amusement as he was pulled into a room. Once the dog was pointed out, he looked over her closely. "She has lovely colors. I like her eyes, they're almost crystalline." He looked at Anne to see how bouncy and excited she was about the Aussie's arrival. "What do you think you'll name her?" He asked, looking down on the animal calmly. Harry looked to see if her tail had been docked or left on. Or perhaps she'd been born with it naturally bobbed, he wouldn't know.}

I have a red Merle Aussie irl

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<sub>An old red Chevy truck pulled into the long, dusty, winding driveway; its owner's pale, ice blue eyes looking in the rearview mirror at the road disappearing behind her. Slowly but surely, the truck came to a halt, and out hopped a willowy, fairly attractive young woman. She had layered, almost choppy dark, chocolate brown hair that framed her face and fell in a zigzag just past the nape of her neck. Her bangs were braided back into a french braided headband that continued down the side of her head and back slightly, forming a small braid that hung amongst her dark locks. She didn't have much luggage; only a small bag that looked to be made out of cloth or something of that sort. Her skin looked to be tan; as if she was someone who spent a great deal of her time in the sun. If one were to look closely at her face, they would see the small splash of freckles dotting her nose and her cheeks. She wore a faded red and black plaid shirt that was left unbuttoned with a black tanktop beneath, a darker pair of jeans, and well-worn leather boots that rose just a few inches above her ankle bones.

Kyla Beaudoir looked around Wasatch Pine Mustang Ranch a bit uncertainly, her pale eyes scrutinizing her surroundings. Already she was quite fond of the scenery and naturally, the horses, as she was a riding instructor. But she wasn't sure as to what was to come with her being here. It hadn't been an easy decision to make; to pack what little things she had and leave her east coast home behind her for a little ranch in the mountains of Utah. She hadn't left much behind, though. The 24-year-old didn't have a lot of money, and had went bankrupt a few months back. She'd been forced to sell the small riding barn she'd run and taught at, losing her dream job as she did so. Her life had once been nearly perfect, but one thing had lead to another, and before she knew it, she'd fallen bankrupt, lost her barn, her home had been foreclosed, her brother losing his life while fighting overseas, and her boyfriend of six years breaking up with her for her best friend. Kyla's life had changed for what seemed to be the worst, and frankly, she was surprised that she hadn't crashed and burned already.

But, the young woman was hanging on, if but barely. She hoped that the decision to come to Wasatch would turn out to be a good one. After all, it would allow her to start fresh once more. She would be around horses, and hopefully she would be able to do the thing she loved, teach people how to ride. If all went as planned, she would find a home here, make a few good friends, and be happy once more. The grief of losing her brother had hit her hard, though she tried not to think about it, she was hurt inside. She'd always had a rough relationship with her mother, but it was at an all time low. Being here would be relief of the constant pressure of her old life; a break from the reminder that her ex-boyfriend didn't love her like he'd said that he had, her best friend had lied to her, her brother was gone, her mother furious with her for no apparent reason, and all of the little money she'd once had, gone.

It seemed that everything that she'd once had in her life was gone. She didn't have a horse anymore, or even a dog, to keep her company. Kyla had an odd look in her eyes; it wasn't really grief, nor sadness, or even disappointment. Sure, the young woman felt all of these, but they were not apparent. Her eyes had a hard, distant look in them; one of someone who had felt far too much, far too soon. She was at a breaking point, but she didn't let it show. No, Kyla Beaudoir was as strong as ever, so it appeared. She was ready for a new beginning, a new life. She wanted to be happy once more.</sub>

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<sub>A swift black and white streak greeted Kyla first, moving too fast at first to be obvious, but once said thing stopped for long enough, it became apparent that the first one to welcome Kyla was a lithe, agile Border Collie. A black collar was hidden in the thick ruff of fur around her neck and her icy blue eyes, surrounded by white with black ears and a patch of black on her head. Her pink tongue lolled out of the side of her mouth and her lips were pulled back comically. She managed a smile almost like the famous smile of a Samoyed, though she was a purebred Border Collie herself. The patch of black on her back covered most of her tail and down her haunches before leaving the rest of her to be a snowy white, though by this point, her legs were streaked with patches of dirt and a few grass stains.

Callie bounced around Kyla, panting and wagging her white-tipped, plumy tail in welcome. Her shiny black nose jammed itself into Kyla's knee as she began to sniff at the girl, trying to figure out everything about her. She was absolutely excited and clearly wasn't going to leave this new human alone. Eventually, her owner looked up from where he was setting up a few small obstacles. He'd planned on setting them up to begin teaching the Border Collie agility. However, seeing as she was now pestering this new person, he had to step in.

"Make this hand signal, would you? It'll get her to sit," Ryan gestured with his hand, pointing his index finger down. "Callie's deaf but she's highly obedient and I don't want her jumping on you. She found a small patch of mud and I don't want her to ruin your clothes." He called as he abandoned his work. His dark hair, almost able to be described as jet black, was actually a super dark brown in color. In odd contrast though, was the blue of his eyes and his only lightly tanned skin. He was rather tall and lanky though. "I'm sorry she's being like this. She's got too much energy."

He still had a distance to go but fully intended to rescue the poor newcomer. Callie, meanwhile, was oblivious to Ryan talking about her, tail waving as she continued to pester Kyla, sniffing and nosing her with excitement. She definitely loved people and didn't seem to realize she was different.</sub>

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_{The dog's thick, bushy coat was a solid chestnut-color with white markings, such as a white blaze painted on her face. She seemed shy at first, looking up nervously at Harry's towering frame. She appeared comfortable enough with Anne, having already met the girl before. "Zada. It means lucky one," Anne grinned, wrapping her arms around Harry's waist and squeezing as tight as she could. "You should wear a beanie, yeah? For me? You look really cute in them." She chuckled, leaning her head against his broad torso. Her frame leaned into him and she crossed her feet at the ankles, blowing a sigh and looking down at the Shepherd.}

Cute! I love Australian Shepherds. And Heelers. I have a Heeler in rl :3 and a million others dogs, at least so it feels.

Time skip dem hoooomeeeeee?

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<sub>Kyla blinked rapidly, startled by the sudden appearance of the Border Collie. She raised her eyebrows, chuckling lightly as she set her bag down and bent down to get a closer look at the dog. It wasn't as if she was a tall person, she was quite the opposite, only about 5'5" or 5'6" on a good day, but she did have a fondness for the canines, and the appearance of the dog only helped to lighten her mood. The young woman had held out her hand for the Collie to sniff. Even though it was clear to her that the dog was friendly, she just wanted to make sure that she wouldn't surprise her by suddenly petting her without warning.

She brushed her dark hair out of her eyes with one arm, absently rubbing a small scar that appeared to be fresh just above her eye, before patting the Collie's head, rubbing a spot behind her ears. "Hey, girl, you're friendly, huh?" she spoke softly, her voice light and kind. Kyla glanced up as Ryan approached, surprised by his words, but she nodded all the same. copying the hand signal that he made. "Oh, I don't mind, she's fine, really." Kyla confirmed her words with a smile, patting the Border Collie, Callie, once more.</sub>

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<sub>At the sight of the hand signal, Callie immediately dropped her rear end to the ground, though her tail stirred the dirt and grass as it didn't cease its movements. She continued to fidget, trying to lick the hand that rubbed her ears. "You've made a friend already. Welcome to Wasatch Pine Mustang Ranch. My name's Ryan Wolf," He offered a hand, intending to give his usual firm handshake. He appeared welcoming and he was, gray-blue eyes friendly and welcoming. "Would you want me to help you get settled in? I've got little else to do at the moment." Callie would be too distracted now by the newcomer to focus on trying out the agility set he was trying to build.

A second dog watched from beneath a tree. He was a sable German Shepherd Dog but he didn't give the same friendly approach that Callie did. His amber eyes were fixed intently on Kyla but his tail never stirred once. He remained beneath the tree, lying down by the roots before turning to study the driveway with a wistful gaze. He was rather young but he did not give off that appearance. He was waiting for his master to return. Jared was overseas at the moment and was expected to return sometime in the next week.</sub>

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<sub>Kyla smiled at his words, continuing to pet the Border Collie as she spoke, laughing slightly at the dog's attempt to lick her hand. "Thank you," the young woman said, giving Callie another pat before standing up and shaking Ryan's hand. "Kyla Beaudoir," the 24-year-old added, pronouncing her last name like beuu-dwa-rr. "That would be great, thanks." She replied, nodding greatfully. Kyla paused for a moment, contemplating whether she should ask if they were accepting riding instructors, or not. After a brief moment of thought, she added in, "I've come here hoping to be a horse riding instructor... Do you, by any chance, know if that's a possibility?"

Her pale blue gaze skitted over to the tree which the German Shepherd laid under, and she froze for a moment, meeting the dog's gaze in ernest. She immediately dropped her eyes, not wanting to pose as a threat. The dog looked lonely, and almost sad, and in a strange, twisted way, he reminded her of herself. She fixed her attention back on Ryan, though she tilted her head in the direction of the other dog, brown hair brushing against her face before she quickly brushed it back. "The German Shepherd Dog over there, do you know him?" she asked, blue eyes sparked with curiosity.</sub>

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<sub>"Nice to meet you, Kyla. And to answer your questions, it's a yes to both of them. There are a few people that come in that know little about riding horses. Do you teach a certain discipline? Like, Western only or do you do English as well? Nell is jumping her filly, Ash, because she thinks she's too frail for Western riding." Ryan explained thoughtfully before indicating the German Shepherd. "That's Ratchet. His owner is overseas in Afghanistan and Ratchet misses him a lot." He let out a heavy sigh.. "But Jared is supposed to be coming back pretty soon...He got hurt but went back, extending his stay a bit to help out with his unit."

Callie eventually darted off to fetch up a filthy tennis ball that had rolled partially beneath a plant. She snatched it up and bounded back toward Kyla, jaws working the ball and producing a popping sound each time the ball folded inward faintly from her powerful jaws. "Oh, Callie, girl. I think we should let Kyla get settled in. Play later." Ryan didn't seem to care that his words fell on deaf ears. It was a habit he'd never break.</sub>

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<sub>A single, pure emerald eyes creaked open beneath the mass of covers that adorned the bed of Quinn Brighton's room. A feral growl sounded, muffled by the covering as Quinn finally forced himself into the world of the waking. He struggled with the blankets, growling like a wolf, until he finally managed to stagger into the bathroom. He stared at the scar on his face, once again noting the vicious marring of his face. A small pang of grief flared in his heart, but he quickly smothered it. There was no room for grief in Quinn's world, especially not grief pertaining to an accident that happened when he was but a toddler.

Growling again, Quinn left his room, thudding down the stairs roughly. Quinn was not a real happy person after he awoke from a lovely nap, as he tended to be growlish, feral and grumpy. A lovely mix!</sub>