Weatherby walks amongst the tallest trees. He was raised beside this forest, and a time or two was he guilty of running within its sweet shades.
Brother wolf is now brother dog, and they stand side by side. Man and dog eat meat and chew bones together.
Weatherby and his hound waded in the waters of the cunning river curling through the wood. Cunning yet it mutters loudly betwixt the bird songs. Telling stories, telling stories.
Homewards they dashed when nightfall came, and sharing a bed they soundly slept once again.