Sit, Ubu, sit! Good dog!

The ceiling didn’t fall in on them, and the sound of heavy hooves was much less daunting beneath the stone. Zee made haste to the middle, and as her safety was made certain she seemed to relax. Enough that she might be able to converse. Bourbon coiled his haunches and curled his long haired tail around his paws as she thanked him, and eventually asked what he was. Bourbon shouldn’t have been surprised he was asked the question more than once. He knew he couldn’t pass for a wolf, that was laughable. However it seemed any kind of dog culture was lacking.

”I’m a dog.” He told her easily. ”I come from a long line of shepherds that were descended from wolves from a time long forgotten.” He wondered if she was interested in the history of his family. Not many knew he carried an old family name for instance.