The Sentinels barren summits

the bard turned to leave, and took long steps in the direction which would take him away from the bay - all the while his drop ears hid how intently he listened for the moment he'd be struck or chased.

the offer surprised him, and that much was evident when the dog turned his head and looked at the wolf. 

a warm smile spread over his features.

"ai thank yeou, mischr mr'man." his heavy tail swayed.

he would spend a long moment committing the man to memory, storing his voice and image where he kept the best of his songs.

and then he left, still unbound by pack or family. just how he liked it.