As Norvin and the gray-haired old man made their way through the forest, the sound of dried leaves crunching beneath their feet filled the air. The trees around them were tall and imposing, their branches reaching up to the sky. The air was cool and crisp, and the sun shone down on them, filtering through the leaves above.
Norvin's golden fur shone brilliantly in the sunlight, his massive six-feet tall towering body over the old man beside him. The old man was dressed in a traditional butler uniform, complete with a gray vest, white shirt, and black bow tie. His gray hair was neatly combed and slicked back, giving him a regal appearance.
As they continued on their journey, the old man suddenly stopped, his keen senses detecting something in the air. Despite the cloudy afternoon, he sensed an impending storm and urged Norvin to set up camp before it hit.
