"And he's already addicted," she said with an amused glance at the pair. She whistled as she left the kitchen into the huge backyard. Fenrir and Myrkvan lay huddled together in a corner. the white wolf stared at the two other hellhounds in the kennel. Not far off, Thor's goats grazed without a care in the world. They let the hounds look like mere pets. Raw power ran through their thick muscles.
"Come on, Spot! Gotta get you back to your friends..." One of the hounds started to growl as they approached. "... or enemies."