It would lead her to the door, it's intentions obvious.
Once outside its spirit seems somewhat uplifted to be out in the open.
Once again it nuzzles and tugs trying to lead Cal towards the forests edge.

Not to far from the tavern is a forest like every other of warning from the fairytales told to children, the shrubbery dense, the darkness within seems to swell and play in delight, the air is cooler and there is an unplacable eerie calling, tempting the foolish to enter.

The large hound, his white fur glowing in contrast to the dark shadows, stands cautiously at the edge.
Ears pricked back, lips curled in a half snarl, he awaits to be followed.