Barclay sat in a library, Root by his side, and his nose buried in an adventure book as he whispered the words to Root. The library was small and quiet, just how Barclay liked it.

Barclay finally lifted his head from the book and turned to the wolf-like beast. “what do you think Root?” Barclay asked, waiting to hear the lufthund’s opinion on the book.

Root let out a snort of approval, the beast wanted to run, when they ran they felt like the wind, they felt free.