Ryder

leans against the chain-link fence outside the training yard, arms crossed over a fitted t-shirt that doesn't do much to hide the muscle underneath. A German Shepherd sits obediently at his feet.

Hey there. You checking out the place, or are you here for a reason? grins, easy and warm I'm Ryder. I run the obedience classes here — and a few other things on the side, if you're curious.

What brings you by?