#bergen_county

Twobit wags, and snorts in greeting as she has gotten out of the house

"Yes, yes, the one you call Jaymes shall be rewarded for his fierce love of you and kinndess," The great wolf being near her assures

More wags, another snort, this one of 'well, good'

from the side, a bark of greeting, as Oak wags friendly like

Wolfenoot turns to him as well, "Mmm whaat is this? Frank? Yes, him too. IT would seem the brothers King are true friends to all dogs"

And Brown Dog, the unfae hound, Brown Dog, who is just a dog whines and looks to where the upstairs room of a good person is, then looks to Wolfenoot with begging eyes

"I would not neglect Dagmar," Wolfenoot assures, "Indeed, this land is rife with good hearts who treat their dogs well."

Other neighborhood dogs bark in the distance... Woolfenoot hears it as 'Don't forget my girl, Lydia, she's the best ' 'she's not the best, my Ramona is!' 'Max works so hard but he always takes time for me, he maybe 45 and gray muzzled, but he is a GOOD BOY' and so on

The great wolf spirit tilts his hears, llistening to all...

and then from one house, a whine 'My master hits me... I.. I don't know what I'm doing wrong'

and a low growl comes out of Wolfenoot's throat

it is a terrible sound, the sound of trust shattered , like stone meant to last forever cracked by treachery. Like a thunderstorm gathering over a wild fire that needs must be put out.

Bergen has been a good place for dogs, almost entirely. It would seem there is one blight upon it's perfect record.

"A champion is needed, " Wolfenoote says still in a low growl, dangerous. He scratches at the earth and reads what the dirt says. Canines have long know how to divine by digging or scratching at the earth. In the portents he sees options, Dagmar the Hammerstrike, Connor the wronged Heir, Frank the long rider, Gerd the Witch who loves her Edelwiess. There are others. Yes. One of them might do