The early morning light spread gently across the land as he walked toward the edge of the property.
The air smelled fresh, and the dew hadn't fully dried yet.
Everything seemed calm until he spotted Tyr near the far border of the farm.
Isaac slowed his steps.
Tyr was standing completely still, like a statue, but the flames on his bark told another story.
His entire five-meter-tall frame was cloaked in black fire, and he was holding his massive wooden shield in front of him, ready for battle.
His eyes glowed with hostility.
Isaac followed Tyr's line of sight and then saw the woman.
She stood about ten meters away, holding a light blue umbrella.
Her hair was the color of ocean water, and her eyes carried the same hue.
She looked calm, unarmed, and she kept her tone soft as she spoke to Tyr, seemingly trying to calm him down.
But Tyr wasn't having it.
He took a step forward, letting out a deep growl that made the ground shake a little.
Isaac narrowed his eyes.
