a greyhound

A greyhound races across the city, having slipped its lead.

A beauty of a dog!  A dusky blue brindle in color, he streaks across the path, the collarless neck proving again that a smart hound can slip any leash. The sleek creature pulls to a sudden stop to give a nose to your hand, but for only a moment, before spotting yet another distraction and tearing off in an opposite direction.

Where it is found

Found in Aethelfyrd: Maple Street

Carries and wears

Nothing.

Keywords: greyhound