Snippet #2487634

Sheodin sat against the wall of the freshly made cavern. His wool hood was pulled over his mane and snout, shielding his face from the chill breeze that drifted into the chamber. The fire continued to burn on the floor, yet there was no wood or thistles that kept the flames lit.

The Aryite glanced towards the entranced and a low growl rumbled from his throat. Sheodin could sense another presence following his trail. It was human... a boy? No, his aura was old... Much older than an ordinary human. Timeless, in fact. He flared his nostrils. There was a canine with him too.