Blackfeather Woods Never be like you

You are right, of course, he said with a nod. Their gods would not let them wonder for too long where they were meant to be. 

Andrés heard the whining, too, and he looked up to see the canine—a most beautiful one at that. A perfect example of the humans' creation. Dios Mío, he murmured as he gazed up at the dog. The disciple knew they could cure the loneliness he could hear in the sound the creature had uttered. 

The guard dog smiled at his companion's words. Sí he answered, moving forward as well. 

He stopped at O'Mally's side. We will not harm you, beautiful one, he offered, his voice soft despite the deep rumble of his voice and the heavy accent that painted his words.