The dog of Rensley had never seen such an animal before. It kept to the shade at the edge of the riverbank, crouched low beneath snowy foliage. It could no longer phase through the objects, it had learned - it thought it might still have a few sticks stuck throughout its pelt from the attempt.
Not far off, it watched the creature as it walked. At first it had believed it to be a small deer, but then realized it was only wearing the skin of it. The humans did that sometimes - wore fur or pelts, but never had they walked on four legs.
Squinting, the dog peered closer, and realized in mild alarm that it was another canine. Speckled and mostly hidden beneath elk pelt, but canine all the same. How could this be?
Curious but wary, the dog stared, golden eyes round in the shadows.