Haunted Wood They say flowers can open new paths

All the Gods that Shiranui knew were beasts, but they were not as equal as the dog claimed to be.

The pale wolf snorted. His dark lips pulled back into a curious expression. It was clear that he did not believe such things – equality under the supreme creation of one being. For, as Shiranui stood over the halfling, it was clear that his physique and knowledge was superior.

Still, the devout stranger had made it far enough into the wilderness to stand and speak. Shiranui had only ever known dog to remain with man. How would this zealous man feed himself? Would his God come down from on high and grant him the know-how of a hunter? Shiranui did not believe so.

They were as different as summer and winter.