Haunted Wood A lonely road

I'm glad! Bernard's a sweetheart.

The sound of her laughing brough a few chuckles forth from deep within his chest. When she collected herself, she called him a gentleman. With a dip of his head, he replied, I try. Then came the question of what he was, but the manner she went about asking it made him chuckle again.

You're close. My father was a Caucasian shepherd: a large, powerful breed of dog. He looked over a human's territory where they kept strange looking prey animals, for some reason. A wolf would visit him from time to time and try to make conversation. Despite how he chased her off, she kept coming back. When he asked her why, she told him it was because she had no friends in her pack. Their relationship blossomed, and he left with her to start their own pack. That's where I come in. Bernard finished with a playful wink.

It was a story he loved hearing his parents tell as a pup. The thought of them made him frown, though, for it was the loss of his family that led him to be where he was now, speaking to this wolf. He tried to hold his composure, nonetheless.