Cedar Sweep Half Algorithm, Half Deity

I'm good to continue here!

One last thing, the dog called, his voice echoing softly down the stone corridor. Don’t eat them.

A dry smile played on the dog’s muzzle, his shattered-glass eyes glinting in the dim light as he watched the man, the ghost of something unspoken lingering in his gaze. Slowly, he lifted his forepaws to his muzzle once again. His gaze drifted upwards, settling on the cracked, ancient ceiling above, as if tracing patterns only he could see. He would wait there for Beau's return.