An Eternal Bond! The Dead Warrior and the Rouge Hellhound

The Soul Plain, One year Into the Timeskip
''The eternal mist of the island of the dead was as thick as it had ever been. For one rouge Hellhound, the fog was a blessing and a curse. This fog hid his scent from the pack after him, but it also obscurred his scences, making escape nigh impossible.''

Hellhound: Where is that blasted portal? I need to leave this place!

''All around the lone hound, barking and howling began to start. He knew that sound. It was the sound of a hunting party. The lone hound picked up the pace, the broken shackle around it's ankle clanking as he ran. Soon a small haze was seen through the fog.''