[h3] Cason [/h3]

Cason smiled at Esme’s reaction to touching Sarah’s head.  Sarah groaned in appreciation of her new friend, nuzzling her smoky head into Esme’s hand.  Violet, almost seeming jealous of the attention her sister was getting and strolled over, herself, offering herself to Esme without a prompt, which caused Cason to smile wider.

“While it will be these two who follow you around, any hellhound on this property knows the rules…”, he explained, patting his best girl on the back as she nuzzled Esme and sat on her rump in front of her.

“If you need private time, tell them.  They can understand you, for the most part.  They will just sit outside whatever door you’re behind.  No salt lines, unless they are inside, or they can’t protect you…”, he explained, “And they can’t come near the vault.  So, I would stay away from it, as well.  Other than that, they’re yours until you decide to give them up.  I think you’ll find it relaxing, once you get used to it.”

He looked out over the foggy junkyard, seeing the other hellhounds around the perimeter, patiently waiting for the worst to come.  He could feel it in the wind that the demons were probably not going to play by the rules, but why would they?  It wasn’t Alastair’s style.  He heard the others entering the living room, as they stood with the door open, Bobby grumbling a bit about him wasting the air conditioning, despite the cool air coming through the door.

“We should probably see what the plan is, yeah?”, he said to her finally, nodding toward the open door.