Lost Lake the righteous side of hell

"Sure thing," Chan answered with a toothy smile. With a swish of his tail he pressed forward, moving at a jog now in order to carry himself quickly over the uneven terrain. He would take Aleister up the almost-ravine-like incline and to the ancient den. There he could see for himself how old and solid a structure it was, proven to be a hospitable home time and time again. Sanguine Cove would be far from the first to make use of it.

Maybe they could be the last?

/Fade