Barrow Fields He woulda if he coulda

He sat down, staring at the mounds. What were they? How did they get here? He had never seen anything like it. for a moment, he felt like running, up, up high onto one of those mountain like things. But no, he couldn't. He shouldn't. He needed to watch, to wait for others coming by.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. A drunken-like, care free, scruffy looking man was coming his way. A smirk couldn't help to show on his muzzle as the pretty similar in build man approached. He smelled of pack, of a younger boy yet not a yearling. Perfect. He greeted, a true pirate accent. Oh-hoo! Here he could talk the way he wanted! Ahoy! He shouted as the stranger approached. When he stopped, Trick bowed before him as another greeting.

Trick's my name, traveler, healer, hunter and lover! He introduced himself, a voice much like melted chocolate.