Lake Rodney meet me half-way

Bark, he told him, and so he did. A stream of yappy woofs and barks escaped him, directed at the bird that he so deeply feared would take him away.

Strutting, stalking around him, his only comfort was Iseldur. He trusted that the man would not allow him to be taken; snatched up and raised into the sky. It was a fear that would never fade, for the possibility was so real.

Away! falbh, a bheathaich! He snapped, paws planted to the ground.