After they said their goodbyes, Scratch and his family, and Howl, walked out the door and through the forest until they saw the Village in front of them.

"It's been years..." Scratch's father said. Both Ben and Scratch clapped a hand on either shoulder of their father.

They continued their walk. There was a sudden thought that popped in Scratch's head, he turned to Ben. "I think we should rename you, I can't stand to have heard them calling you 'Hellhound' all this time!"

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Ben shrugged, then looks down at his little brother. "It doesn't matter now, we're human."

"Does it?" Scratch argued. "It could be a symbol of honor for you, like a scar...telling you a story of how you got the name, but...I want a better name for you."

Ben smirked. "Go ahead then."

"How about 'Bloodhound?' You've always been a good tracker!"

Ben nodded his head as he thought of the name. "That does have a good ring to it."