The hunting grounds are spacious and full of wildlife. A variety of hogs and oxen cross the grounds every day. The fields are lush with green and the skies always deep blue.
Hunting grounds, Trail
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hunting dog
I am a hunting dog.  I am part of a pack that runs for the king.  When he goes fox hunting, we go with him.
Do I smell a fox? A fox? No. A hog, but no regular hog. What are your intentions here, dog? I'm just looking for a fox. I didn't mean to get in your way. I've seen a few pass through. Would you like to know which way they went? Yes, the king looks to me to catch foxes. Through the trees behind you, past the sorceress' shack. I wouldn't meddle around there long, or you may end up like... me. Why, what were you before? It's not so much a "what", but a "who". I won't linger on it. Tell me more about the sorceress. I owe her a lot, but at what cost? I am fed. I am treated well. I can say that much. The king treats me well, too. It's a beautiful day, isn't it? That it is. A beautiful day for a nap. Are you on your way then?