Pet Grond

Hopkins wandered over to Grond and began to give him scritches. The old wolfs fur is dark gray and coarse; smooth in some parts and frayed and messy in others. Large scars run over the upper portion of the body, with several perticularily deep and red ones giving character to Grond's face. A long deep scar runs over one of his eyes, but it doesn't stop him from having the look of a happy canine. Grond excitingly flips over onto his back, his tongue hanging from his mouth and his tail wagging happily. The energy of Grond is almost overwhelming for Hopkins, and their playfull wrestling ends with Grond pushing him to the ground, licking his face and leaving drool everywhere. Eventually Grond walks away and places himself in his usual resting spot; it's clear that the old wolf would like to play more, but his age stops him from doing so. It is a little saddening.

Nimoda watched from the corner of her eye, and gave off an annoyed 'tsk'. Hopkins couldn't help but smile. He knows she loves her companion, she's just overprotective of Grond sometimes.