Shadewood A foe turned friend

Gears start to click into place, running for the first time in awhile, it seems, and the Bull is fascinated that this boy seems to be familiar with what he advises. Whatever made him decay, if he held such ideals before? Conquered by another, perhaps.

The beast snorts, lips twisting in a grin full of yellow stained teeth as the shadow finds himself lost again all too soon. Restart. Nothing, after all, is truly set in stone. Even an old dog can learn new tricks.