Flint had just nodded off when he felt the sun's warmth on his skin. He lifted his head slowly to confirm that it had, indeed, come out from behind the cloud cover. Then he saw it out of the corner of his eye: a large, white dog plodding towards him. It had to be a dog, since he knew there were no wolves up here in the mountains, and certainly no white wolves at that. It didn't look like hostile, either. Who did it belong to?

"Well, hey there, fella." He said. He held out a hand towards the white dog.