Out in the empty land between the city and the forest beyond sat a collection of shadows against the orange flames of a fire. Beyond them was a large cart that curved up on a set of wheels, the entire thing looking more like a boat on the land rather than a travelers caravan. Beyond this little could be told in the dark skies of the storm. Four bodies sat gathered around eating while they could before the storm would force them back into the small tents they had set up to try and weather the storm. 

At the sound of hoof beats did they lift up from the fire and gaze out into the night for the source. The group waiting as they saw the pair of horses nearing them. Slowly the leader of the group walked out to greet the travelers, the others waiting closer to the warmth of the fire. 

At the crack of thunder did enough light shine on the strangers face. Before them was the black fur of a dog rather than the skin of a man. Two long pointed dog ears sat on either side of his head as he looked up at them. A set of golden eyes and a long muzzle looking back at them as the strange man stood before them. Below he wore a simple set of robes an almost sandy tan color of fabric and a few bands of gold around his upper arms, this being where the human half took over and dark skin replaced black fur. 

His arms crossed he gave the pair a look over, "Welcome to our camp!" He called out over the storm, his words being of their own language but his accent was foreign, from a land they couldn't place. Having to nearly shout over the sound of the approaching rain and thunder, "Do you need a place to rest for the night?!"