Sun Mote Copse Regular exercise at the gym, three days a week

He stopped for a moment, drawing his pointed muzzle toward a low hanging tree branch that hung just high enough to reach if one crained their neck upward. That is just what Khalba did as he stretched to lightly press his pointed snout against the bark. It was clear to see that had once been stripped bare seemed to be springing back to life, just in time for the arrival of the Malkaria. This rebirth intrigued him and spurred forth a youthful curiosity. It was surely a sign for Molech -- that the eight-armed-one was preparing a space for them.

He pulled his smiling face away from the branch and fixed his gaze level with the horizon. However, when his eyes settled on the distance, he saw a stranger -- not one, but two, standing before him. The gentle wag of his tail came to sudden stop and he regarded the strangers with caution. Neither carried the scent of the sisters upon them, and this gave Ar-Khalba reason to worry.

But, perhaps they had been sent with purpose. Unguided sheep seeking the power of the all consuming Molech. He spoke not. Instead, he merely kept his wary glaze upon them.