Thunder Dome Thunder Bringer

The words at first were unknown, but shifted eventually into a tongue he could understand. Hex's nostrils flared, trying to catch the scents upon the man's pelt. A traveler, at least recently. . .but underneath, the indistinguishable mark of the vale.

Yes, he replied, nodding brusquely. Which makes you my neighbor, I think. Even though you're on the wrong side of the Ridge for that.

It was a question couched in a casual remark, and a slight lift of his brows accompanied it. What was he doing over here, and why? Perhaps only making his way home. . .but the route to do so sparked a bit of alarm in him, regardless.