Heavenly Retribution. Mk.2.

[Frisk E. Coyote]

"Yum." The spectral hound wagged his tail and tore into his steak. It was simple, but he appreciated the taste and gesture behind it. After finishing the meat off, he licked his chops and lapped his water up until the pot was dry. Feeling quite fulfilled, Baskerville sat up and faced the otherworldly being directly, head bowed down as if he felt guilty for it. "Thank you for the food and drink, kind host." He murmured. "Forgive my bluntness, but I am a simple and stupid creature far too straightforward for subtlety and lacking the capacity for deception and lies. I've accompanied my companions on the longest walk any dog could ever hope for," He explained, "and now, the road has led us here. May I ask who you are, and where this is?" He asked, tilting his head to the right, questioningly.