Shadewood A foe turned friend

He chews akin to a teething pup, rotating the bone between his massive paws and holding it steady as he chomps against it with his molars. The leg itself is not enough to satisfy the hungry hound, but he knows there is more littered across the Keep for him. He gets his payment without question, yet has done little but wait for the shadow to fulfill his contract. His ears flick, amber gaze shifting to spot the apprentice in question. The Bull waits until icy blue eyes meet his amber, and then glances to the empty spot next to him; a beckon.