“Aye, lad. I know the formation. I was busting y'er chops. Seeing as I was expecting to be alone, I should warn you that this one might not be as particularly... Meaty, as you like your prey. Got to be an adolescent at best.”

A high-pitched whistle as he yawns.

“Hmmm. If there even is one. The thing about that is that we'd have sooner seen the mother before the brood, which leads me to believe somebody may've been on the hunt already.” A hand extends from beneath his cloak to pat Maliketh's visor. He felt that little surge.

“G'day.”

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“Or as a better idea, not do it at all.”

“I like to think I have good ones from time to time.”

“Let's see if today goes any bloody better. Shite's starting to make me miss Limgrave.”

“Not dead. Just mindin' my business.”

“Suddenly in the mood for some demon huntin' today.”

“... Mate. When have I ever considered ye' a demon?”

“Aye, 'tis a label we bear. O' course y'er gonna hear it. But I know what ya' really are. Think of "hellhound" as my fun lil' nickname.”

The skrunkly scruffy man himself

Whoops. His finger slipped.

Unenthused. “Huzzah.”

“Th' rumours regardin' my untimely passin' have been greatly exaggerated.”