Even after all the things that had happened on the day of the full moon, Faolan had been up early. He had been through his usual routine of wandering around and chasing things, and as usual this led him to something of interest.

He paused in the bushes, looking and sniffing at the stranger. But the smell and something in the voice reminded him of Loki, so he was off his guard.

Beaming, he bounded out to let the newcomer see him.