Barbatos..
The dog was even more upset than he and Drew were as he paced for the third day in widening arches designed to sniff out a familiar scent. Something in Barbatos told him he just had to let the dog have it out, that Ginger would figure out whatever he was looking for.
Or smelling for.
The dog passed back in front of Barbatos, and looked up at him almost sadly.
“You’ll find what you’re looking for pup,” Barbatos said in the language of Demons, a corruption, or one could say, variation, of the language from his Homeland. After all, languages changed over time, especially in isolated communities. Or changed cultures. Barbatos mused. Dialects changed, accents, patois, exposure or lack thereof to other cultures..
Ginger sneezed, but put his nose to the ground once more and Barbat
