Jocelyn was once again annoyed. She could certainly defend herself if she needed to. She has her dog, Hunter. Hunter was no ordinary mutt, but rather, an English Mastiff. He was very muscular and full of strength. The dog could sink his teeth through an ordinary man's hand. He was a beautiful silver-fawn coated creature. Most of the mastiffs in England were either apricot or regular fawn coat. She could imagine Hunter sinking his fangs into Edgar's hindquarters, sending him packing. A small chuckle escaped her lips as she continued to imagine the thought.<br/><br/>"I do have an attack dog," she responded with an annoyed tone, "I'll bring him along tomorrow as well if you think we're going to be attacked or some nonsense. Maybe I am foolish for being too trusting, but I'm willing to be nice to him regardless. Maybe this town should change it's way of thinking and give visitors and new residents a chance. Now, I'm going back home to prepare to try and postpone my wedding. Good day, my lady, and good day to you Doctor Allerton."<br/><br/>With a storming out of the clinic, Jocelyn had begun to walk back to her home in the bitter cold. If anything, she just wanted this day to be over. While she was overjoyed that she got to deliver her first set of babies, she was furious that her dreams and career would soon come to a close. She hated this. Why would life be so cruel to her? Marriage wasn't cruel, but not being with someone you love was cruel. Losing all of your ambitions and goals was also cruel. All for the sake of wealth? Even crueler.