Moonspear infestation, oppression, possession

His head lifted a bit at the bark that reached his ears. Pale yellow eyes peered into the darkness to see the figure out the swarthy boy. Behemoth allowed his tail to briefly sway before it settled down again. He offered a gentle boof in return.

You doing a good job of guarding the place? He asked — although truthfully he wasn't sure if he should expect a verbal answer or not. The kid had seemed real keen on not speaking last time. Granted Behemoth couldn't blame him. There was much more fun to be had in tussling than there was to have in conversing.