Dragoncrest Cliffs The Moon Calls To Me

The other man smiles, shaking his skull and apologizes. Despite how imposing, despite the eerie glow in those yellow eyes and the way his smile made him look more creepy sinister then anything, Hemlocke, somehow, believed him. 

Half dog? He questions, obvious curiosity being shown by the way his large ears once again popped up on his skull. I have heard of dogs, not seen one. At least not until now. But he was only half. The thin man guessed this is how he had his stripes. 

Hemlocke's muzzle lifts, dark eyes peering over the ledge to see the crashing waves below. He nods. Closer would have been nice, but he guessed he didnt need to be close. He couldn't imagine having good footing on the sand and would feel horrible out on an open beach. 

I am. He spoke and then, head turned behind himself. There is a large forest that way, where I stay. Alone, however.