"This estate."  He smiled a bit and wrapped an arm around her and nodded.  "Yes it does have a forest out back."  He cleared his throat.  "It was built in the late 1700s.  It was the only plantation, that was run by the owners of the house.  Not from want of money or anything, they have it on record saying they preferred to work with their hands and have it done right than someone else."  With this he chuckled and shook his head.  "They farmed mostly cotton.  They offered a place for run away slaves to stay while they were working out how to escape.  Many a famous person has blown through from then to now.  This house was passed down from generation to generation and until recently was very prosperous."  He stroked her hair and then frowned.  "But recently we have fallen on hard times, but my faith is in Roger."  He sighed and continued to hold her head and stroked her hair.<br/><br/>Roger chuckled as he sat and listened to the boy.  He nodded gently.  "Yes I have been alpha here for nearly 50 years.  I inherited it from my father."  He chuckled and looked down at him and put a hand on the boys head favorably like he were a pup in his pack.  "I have been a werewolf from a very long time.  Born into it just like you.  How old are you?"  He asked sitting up and looked at the boy.  His amber eyes searching the boys.