Blackfeather Woods Never be like you

He had started this journey with a prayer. The gods always protected those who were devout. 

Protégeme porque te pertenezco. Andrés whispered to himself. It was his mantra, uttered before any mission. 

Now it was his job to assist O´Mally in spreading the word of their gods. They were to look for dogs and half-bloods and indoctrinate them into their religion. The guard dog had never been to this place before but he trusted that his companion knew what he was doing. 

He had hung back a little to pray and now he trotted along through the trees behind the other man. When he reached him, he brushed his shoulder against the incandescent shoulder of his friend. Do you know where we will start? he asked. He did better when he had a plan to focus on.