Tales of new and old. They speak of a burnt hound and a little bird. They were at each other's side always. The bird singing its' sweet songs while the hound bristled. Although annoyed by the pretty songs, the hound never bit the bird. If any other creature, lion, bear, or dragon, tried to harm or capture the bird, the hound would attack. The bird was his. In the solace of night, he would watch the bird from his post beneath the tree that the bird perched on. Her song would catch in the breeze. She would sing him her songs, and he would fall asleep under the godswood. When the burnt hound fell asleep the little red bird would fly down and land on the hound's back and sleep. She was protected by the great beast and she loved him. He was her constant protector against the other creatures, so she sang for him alone.