Free Range Pup!

The man had been doing his share of work, and with that cam the realiztion that many a creature arrived on the borders of the Valhallan pack. Weren't they ever popular? A smile grew across his inky lips, daunting him, and adorning him in the ethereal beauty that only he could so easily hold. His eyes trailed the green blades of grass that decorated Valhalla and his tail flicked and swayed with adamanace as he stared outwards. Still, it was not what would catch his attention today, instead, the roar and whine of a child in distress would catch his ears. A long yearning desire for that of whom was to care for her most. Where was the child's father that he had let her out? Nevertheless, surely he was nearby and perhaps sleeping in his den.

As time allowed him closer and closer to his target he would find that the babe resembled no child he had seen in Valhalla before, when her scent angled towars him, only the ramifications of the fact the poor girl was a Rogue would cover him. Poor darling. He wrinkled his nose and moved towards her, head seeking to lower and nose seeking to run through her coat, "don't worry child, you're in Valhalla. It's safe," no place was safer. At least, that was what he had been taught and told and seemingly made to say. The land was impenetrable. Hopefully, that were correct and he didn't stand as a liar before a child that was so quick to fear.