Exton

The Hound stops at the edge of the Crossing. It sniffs along the edge, then turns to look into the shadows. Twillon searches the night for any unwelcome sign. The Hound sniffs once, then rumbles. Twillon nods and canters his mount forward, passing through the Veil. Tork raises his head, watching over the horse's withers. The Hound lifts its head and barks once, the sound an eerie half howl. There is an answering bark from the other side.

A large red-eared hound trots from the tree line as Twillon halts on the Faery side of the veil. The hound turns and trots away. It halts, cocking its great white head. Weebit climbs into Tork's saddle and fastens herself in. Green shimmering wings flap once, testing the breeze. Moments later the dragon is airborne.

The cwn annwn watches the creature as it passes overhead and lopes back into the lead. Twillon loosens his sword, pulling his short bow and looping it over the horn of his saddle. The Hound and dragon can feel the danger, keeping alert. Twillon smiles. Weebit's ears are perked, meaning she too senses something is not as it should be.