Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170313020704/@comment-29564364-20170326004025

As I approach the entrance of the forest, package in hands, a Hellhound runs past me. A few meters from my back, she stops and sniffs the air for a moment before turning to me. Still sniffing, she slowly closes in until she nuzzles against a blue and yellow feather stuck between two planks of the wooden crate.

Me: "Umm... May I help you?"