Lookie Lookie

A lot had changed since he'd gone to the market in search of goodies. He'd gotten his goodies: a cute little mute slave, a horse, a rescued friend and a little pup to train up. On their way home his little mute had run off and he'd wasted a bunch of time looking for her, the little ungrateful bitch. Then the volcano had happened and mucked everything up further. Now, finally, he'd found Legion and he stood on the border with his head held high and a giddy smirk on his lips. He was excited to show off the goods.

"Alright, we're here," he said to the mismatched gaggle after howling for Chaos. "The big man in charge is Chaos. He's my brother and you'll respect him, alright? No mouthing off, only that good "yessir, nosir" shit because I can't promise he won't eat some of you of you're rude." He was mainly talking to the horse as far as being eaten went, but it didn't hurt for the pup to think there were consequences if she didn't act right.