Whos there?

Tiburtius blinked open his eyes with confusion, wiggling his toes a bit in the grass as he looked at the unfamiliar surroundings. There were brick walls and manicured gardens and pathways—all entirely new sights to him and very much different from the forest he last remembered being in. It was dark, clearly deep into the night with just a glow from the moon to light up his surroundings. Not even the scents were familiar to him—and very notably missing the familiar scents of his family that he last remembered being around. The last thing he remembered from the living world was speaking to his children and grandchildren before he went to sleep and when he had opened his eyes again he had been in a foggy version of the northern pines he had been raised in, blissfully unaware of the passage of time and free from the creaks of old age and the scars from many, many years facing various fights. He had found his mother there and eventually a couple of his siblings, reuniting where their family had began. This was very much not that and he didn't understand why he was here—until he heard a small voice calling out into the darkness.

He turned around, finding himself looking at the back of a young pup, a dark coated lad with blue-hued stripes. Looking past the clearly on edge boy he saw the ritual alter of sorts with all sorts of torn up plants, herbs, sticks, and what looked like blood at first glance, but upon closer inspection turned out to be smeared berries—and to top it off a slaughtered rabbit. He raised a brow, a smirk crossing his lips. He could tell this was clearly some young pup's attempts at chasing ghost stories and he just so happened to actually make contact with the other side. It had been what he imagined was a long, long time since he had gotten to play with and tease his grandsons so now that the opportunity presented itself to do so again he couldn't keep the grin that tugged at his features from crossing his lips. He quietly creeped up behind the boy, leaning down over him till his muzzle was almost right beside the boy's ear. "Boo!" he said quietly before lifting his head out of the way, fully expecting the boy to jump and not wanting to get hit in the chin in the process.

"Tiburtius Armada"