Over the Mountains

Looking into the distance the dog golem stares balefully at the wandering dead, slow thoughts forming in its hollow head as emotions unknown before surface. 

'I was born to race and to love my princess. I shall win this race ad protect her and her pets. I will be adorable and fluffy so the princess will hug me and pet my belly. I will.....is that a flying stick.....must....catch...stick....for Princess Sarah...' thinks the racing golem beneath her as it releases a howl and charges forward, its aim focused on the rigid body of the winged snake Carlisle is riding upon further ahead.

"That's right Woofers, get the bad man! Your such a good boy! Yes you are! Now blast him!" Shouts Sarah as the golem beneath her seems to smile happily before opening its mouth and shooting a sonic blast towards the elderly wight.