Meadowlark Prairie you dream, some nights, of a labyrinth deep underground

The strange creature approached and Kalganov stood his ground. The look that had settled on his face was rather neutral. He had not come here for them. He had not come here for anyone. In fact, he had hoped to be alone but it seemed the world wasn't done twisting his leg just yet.

Who are you? He asked coolly. Perhaps it would have been better to ask what he was. Obviously a canine but not any sort that Kalganov was familiar with. A brow raised sharp and expectantly. It was clear he did not want to wait long for an answer.