Lake Rodney You were making fun of the way I drive

Oh, well-

Pyramus grew bashful and lowered his head toward his paws.

Half dog. Half of a farm dog, he told himself internally. It felt like a terrible confession that he might make to a wolf of the wild. Eljay had been so friendly, the halfling couldn’t help but feel as though he owed the man a response, and a proper one.

It didn’t seem as though this was an issue, however. Eljay reiterated that the fen would welcome any who visited, even those who were only half. Pyramus smiled warmly at the man, hope swelled within his heart.

There was a chance that he and Thisbe could have a real life together, away from judgment and scrutiny.

Eljay, thank you! I promise I’ll visit. I promise! I just need to get Thisbe, the wolfdog exclaimed with joy upon his tongue. His tail flagged eagerly behind him as he shuffled backwards, snapping twigs and kicking rocks haphazardly as he went. Pyramus believed that he would be able to find his other half and lead them toward the Fen without error – hope would guide him.