Gwen Tennyson walked to the area of the estate where Max presently was. Hands cupped around her mouth, she called for the sheepdog rather boisterously. "Max! Here, boy!"
She then spotted the big, gray furry mound rapidly running towards her and she was tackled to the ground by him. Max pressed his slobbery tongue flat against Gwen's cheek and began licking it energetically. "Haha! OK, Max! OK! I'm glad to see you too!"
The dog let Gwen stand up and dust herself off. She then smirked when she looked upon the large canine, knowing that he never forgot a scent. With a mischievous glint in her eyes and an eyebrow raised slyly, she asked the sheepdog "So, Max! Do you wanna help me track down...Charmcaster?"
The response was more enthusiastic than Gwen could have hoped for. Max gave several booming barks in response, panting and running around in an excited circle. The excitement was infectious, and Gwen wanted to push it to the limit! So she decided to egg the dog o