Sun Mote Copse Love me like you love the sun

Left to his charge, the hellhound played the role of guardian of this place well. Little did he find those who meant the land harm or meant to claim it their own. So he would stalk the lands, protect them until his allies came to take them. Unable to attempt to lay claim here all on his own, he marked the lands to make others aware that someone did live here, should they cross him, should they find curiosity of what was to become of this land.

Now, another had come. One of few he ran into. She moves with a fluid confidence, the gray of the pelt reflecting a beautiful glow of blue by the waters and moonlight. Hemlocke remains still and silent. And then she moves into the pool of water with a quiver. A quite pleasing wolf in a pleasing scenery. He is content to remain hidden for now, enjoying her presence.