Jocelyn felt relieved that Hunter hadn't caused any commotion during their visit. He actually was a well-behaved dog except to the midwife, her father, and sometimes Edgar. She pondered if that dog had gained a sixth or seventh sense that caused him to act in such a manner. Though this confirmed that the manor was not as the villagers had proclaimed it to be. There wasn't anything wrong with the people who inhabited it. In fact, the village should be relieved to hear that such nice ladies and gentlemen lived there. It would help the rogue villagers to learn a thing or two from the men here. However, she sensed the gentleman standing before her was in some sort of pain or discomfort. She noticed that he was about to place his free hand onto his leg, but had stopped. A soft, concerned look appeared on her face before bowing to him.<br/><br/>"I hope you and your staff have a wonderful rest of the day, my Lord," she spoke respectfully, "We shall make our leave now. Come along, Hunter." however, Hunter didn't budge to his master's commands. He remained by Samuel, whimpering in concern as he looked into the man's tired eyes. The Mastiff's tail had ceased to wag any longer, and he was intent on remaining by the man. This had surprised Jocelyn. In his young three years of life, he had never disobeyed her. This was out of his character.<br/><br/>"Hunter, we have to go now. We are finished with our task, and I'm sure Lord Samuel has matters that need attending to. You can't stay here, boy. Now, let us go home." when she went to try and move him, the large mastiff barked. Startled, Jocelyn backed away and looked at her canine. What on earth was that dog thinking?