Moonspear And his four walls declared him insane.

He approached, and Althaia watched him thoughtfully. Wishout his and Dash's attentions, she would be long dead. "Better, Harley. But merely that." She addressed him respectfully, but in a more familiar manner then she would someone else. He had proved that he was not as cold as they were. She admired, for a moment, his long, oddly coloured fur. He was, quite obviously, a wolfdog os some kind. She had, on rare occasion, come across some like him before. She understood that a dog was like a wolf, but weaker, small, stupider, and submissive. Harley seemed the most wolf-like of all the hybrids she had seen, and his blood lent him a unique and beautiful coat.

"What are you doing, Harley, on a dismal night like tonight? It'll rain soon, I think" she said, gesturing with a flick of her muzzle at the clouds above. The increased steadily in number, and the stars became reclusive and distant through their haze.