Hushed Willows little fish, little fish

Let us see if Reyson behaves :)

Reyson walked through the willow bows, irritated as they touched his fur, and brushed along his scarred shoulders. He didn't travel far from Mereo often, but today he felt the need to simply stretch, keep an eye on the surrounding area, make sure no one was trying to sneak into his home. And to quiet the screaming in his mind. He didn't hear voices, no he heard memories, the screaming of his commanders, the dying of his own men. That is what he heard.

Reyson caught sight of something dancing along the willow trees and he froze midstep and stared at the femme as she ran around. She was a strange looking one, he had never seen a wolf with such fur and markings? Was she wolf or was she one of those, creatures below them, what were they called. Ah yes a dog. Though he longed to look closer he couldn't as the willow tresses obscured her from his view. She was playing he stared horrified and transfixed all at once.