Gavin watched the girl, studying the way she handled the horse. She seemed to have the knack – Grey shifted and eased closer, sure enough, but she left the stall before the eager horse, all too used to human hands, did something ungentlemanly. When Etania began jumping up and down with excitement, Gavil chuckled – not quite certain how to respond to a living breathing girl expressing such emotions, and stepped back a bit. His physiological response to the parts of his sister that moved in rhythm with her bouncing was…well, a perfect mirror to poor Gray’s.<br/><br/>At her claim that he didn’t enjoy hugging her, Gavin frowned and, as though to prove the point, swept her into a firm and sudden hug. The fact that his impressively well-contained manhood pressed high against her stomach didn’t even enter his head. His hands swept behind her, large and firm, crushing her to him.<br/><br/>Then Gray shifted forward and nuzzled Etania’s shoulder, brushing across Gavil’s fingers eagerly. It broke the suddenly intense mood and Gavin shifted back, flushing slightly. Drawing his callused hand across hers, he drew her from the barn, laughing,<strong>“Looks like Gray really does like you. Next time you should spend a little more time with him,”</strong>Gavin suggested, even as he led her across the way and into the long rows of dog kennels.<br/><br/>The dogs were of a variety of sizes, most no smaller than Labradors though – a few Great Danes and Mastiffs presented themselves, all eager and tail-wagging at the sight of their primary source of food. The kennels were large, roomy, bigger than anything a city might have in it without luxurious expense, and several dogs were paired off – males and females. In more than one cage, it was clear the dogs were breeding pairs. One particularly muscular bull-looking mastiff rutted with a female Labrador in a tantric-awkward looking bonding, huge balls rebounding off of her in full view of Gavil and Etania as they arrived.<br/><br/>Chuckling, Gavin sighed,<strong> “The woes of maintaining breeding stock and trying new lines out.” </strong>He just shook his head and waved a hand, “Do you want to see or handle any of them, sis? I doubt they will try to bowl you over with eagerness quite like Gray almost did.”<br/>