[Redbane]

Aside from a tall figure sillouetted by the blazing, bright sun; there was a startlingly large dog, "I- I'm so sorry! Iren doesn't usually jump on people like that!" The dog, a large, shaggy beast with a friendly aura about it, licked the fallen man's face. His owner managed to get him laid down and offered a hand to help the fallen jogger up, "Truly sorry about that sir," he said. His skin was fair, but colored by the sun, his hair tied back in a short ponytail of ash blond, "I'm Jataya, the living freight train is my baby Iren," Iren wiggled, seeming thrilled to have made a new friend as he saw it, "Is your elbow alright?" concern laced Jataya's fine-cut features and stunning grey eyes.