Shax grinned, "Only the love of my life," Then gave a shrill whistle, the sound echoing out through the trees. He stood back on his heels, a grin on his face as he waited. It didn't take long before a demonic howl answered his whistle, and then not long after that before a
hellhound ran toward them. The creature was large, larger then any Irish Wolfhound ever born. Her head stood about level to Shax's chest, making her the size of a small horse. She ran right up to Shax, greeting him in the traditional dance any loving dog gave it's master. She pranced and spun, tongue lolling and whining a little in excitement as Shax laughed and began to pet her, cooing to her like any normal human would. With a last pet and laugh he stood, "Krahe, I'd like you to meet Isis." Isis turned, catching sight of Krahe and snarling, teeth dripping with venom.
((I just couldn't say no to the image. I was going to go for something else, but then found this. Whoever drew it is amazing.))