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his memory. Passed on from
his sire and his sire before him.”
    I grabbed two more bottles and handed
one to Jasper.
    I noticed some blood soaking the side
of his shirt. My eyes widened. “Are you ok?”
    He shrugged. “I’m fine. Just a
scratch.”
    “Let me see.”
    “No. Really. It’s fine.”
    I ignored him and pulled his shirt up
so I could have a look.
    He flinched a bit when I wiped the
blood away to see the damage better.
    The cut was a clean one, about five
inches long, and not too deep. I grabbed my sweater and put
pressure on it.
    “Stupid dog,” Jasper muttered to
himself.
    “That doesn’t look like a scratch.” I
looked at him.
    “Trust me. Compared to what it could
have been, it’s a scratch.”
    “So a dog scratched you?”
    He laughed. “No. He sliced me with his
dagger.”
    My mouth fell open. How could he be
laughing?
    “He thought he could surprise me by
dropping out of a tree while I was fighting his two
friends.”
    My eyes almost popped out of my head.
There were so many things wrong with this statement. “A dog was in
a tree and managed to cut you with a dagger...”
    He laughed. “He wasn’t a dog at the
time. He wasn’t shifted.”
    “Oh. How many were there?”
    “Just the three.” He sucked in his
breath as I shifted from one foot to the other and the pressure I
was putting on his side increased a bit.
    “Sorry.”
    He rest his arm on my shoulder to keep
it out of the way.
    “You fought a three on one fight and
this is all you came out of it with?” I looked up at him. “What
happened to them?”
    He grinned. “The two that were on the
ground got away with a few scratches of their own.” His eyes
narrowed. “The one in the tree got to feel what his dagger felt
like from the receiving end.”
    “Oh.” I pulled the sweater away to see
if the bleeding had stopped. I was suddenly very aware of his arm
on my shoulder and the fact that he was so close. “There. I think
you’ll live.”
    He laughed. “I should hope
so.”
    I sat on the ground and drank my water.
Jasper sat beside me.
    I noticed some bluebirds sitting in the
trees.
    Jasper whistled a few notes and a dozen
of the birds landed around us.
    One of them settled on my leg and
looked at me, its head cocked to the side.
    “That’s right.” Jasper was talking to
the bird. “Really? No, she is exactly how I pictured her.” I looked
away from the bird and glanced at him. He was staring intently at
me.
    “I don’t know how I knew.” He looked
sharply at the bird. “You know that doesn’t happen!” The bird
seemed to shrug.
    Jasper looked uncomfortable and stood
abruptly. “Well, you know what you have to do.”
    With that, the little blue birds
scattered and flew away.
    I must have had quite a look on my
face. Jasper’s eyes softened and he took my hand to help me
up.
    “You have more questions.” It wasn’t a
question. He let go of my hand long enough to take Dodge’s bridle
off and hook it on the saddle horn. “Ask away.”
    And with my hand in his, we started
walking towards one of the most beautiful mountains I had ever
seen.
    “You talk to the birds,
too.”
    “Yes. But just blue birds.”
    “Why does it seem like I was
expected?”
    Dodge blew loudly out of his
nose.
    “Well I can tell her a little bit about
it. This isn’t exactly going as planned, now is it?”
    Dodge shook out his mane.
    “Fine.” Jasper looked extremely annoyed
with my horse. He glanced down at me. “There are things that I am
not at liberty to tell you.”
    I didn’t like not knowing what was
going on. “But...”
    Jasper placed his hand over my mouth,
cutting off my protest. “Please. Even though you have no reason to,
I am asking you to trust me. Can you do that?” His eyes pleaded
with mine. I nodded. Dodge seemed to think he was
trustworthy.
    “Ask another question.”
    I thought for a bit. “What exactly was
the plan?”
    “Oh. Well, I suppose there wasn’t
really a thought out one. I was hoping just