The dog man stood up, obvious disappointment on his face, and his hard dog dick red and throbbing.  "My name is Daxter,"  He sniffed at the air as he took one step back from Wahida as her garment changed shape.  "Red witch eh?  Well red witch, you can clean up down by the stream," he gestured off in the direction of the river you'd been following south.  Then he turned and began to walk away, calling over his shoulder, "Dinner's an hour before sundown, listen for the dinner bell."  Then dropping to all fours, he began to lope off in a weird run that you figured had something to do with his erection.<br/><br/>Looking around you saw low fields of bushes with several dog men working.  Then small trees that remind you of an orange orchard, below which slept several cat like people.  In the distance a farm house and a massive barn.  The figures in the far distance are too hard to make out, but no one seems overly concerned that you're here now that Daxter spoke with you.