Anastasia nodded her head, "I think he would love that. He and I used to go running through the fields... I think with the lack of fields, he would enjoy running along with you all," she smiled as her dog ran up to Samsul, figuring out that he was going to be the one throwing the stick for him, "Although, he may try to get under foot. He used to trip me up all the time till I got used to his little tricks."

Melor barked, the stick still in his mouth. Feeling better, Anastasia stood up and Melor looked at her, his tail wagging. She walked over to the two of them and gave Melor a look. He placed it on the ground looked between the two people who could throw the stick for him. Ana smiled and took the stick, "He is trained," she then handed it to Samsul, "He just likes to run around like a complete goof."

She placed her hands behind her back as Samsul took the slightly slobbered on stick from her. She looked up at the very tall man, "How long have you lived in the castle?"