The guest.

The door opened and Hunter was sent out into the yard to watch the animals for the night. A simple goodnight was given to the dog and the door closed but remained unlocked. He stepped over to the hearth and laid himself down, calling Mist over and having her lie down so she could serve as his pillow for the night now that his bed was occupied by his visiting guest. 
Lowan Widdleby, a blacksmith from Combe. He had come to ask for a pup to buy to guard his home and smithy. The man was told that there wouldn't be a litter until next year when the pair would set to breed but a promise made that Lowan would get the first pick from the litter should pups be born.
He was given a cup of coffee and some bread pudding to enjoy while the two spoke long into the evening. They spoke of family, they spoke of work, they spoke of dogs and other things.
Sinking his head into the soft flank of the dog he inhaled deeply and shut his eyes, a lighthearted chuckle causing his body to shake as Spit shoved his nose into his master's face, giving him a few slobbery kisses before lying down with his snout lying against the man's arm.
The rain continued outside and was it the very reason that his guest had asked to stay the night and without hesitation, he was allowed such. In the morning he would at least have someone to talk to over breakfast, it had been too long since he had that luxury.
He smiled to himself and reached his arm back to stroke Mist's thick, white coat offering her a goodnight and then giving Spit a quick pat and a scratch as well.
At least now things were starting to feel more normal since he moved and as he drifted into his slumber he wondered if more would find their way here or if he'd end up suffering the sense of isolation as he had since he moved. He hoped for the former.