Black Dog o6

1. Shot over the shoulder of the way-watcher. The Makeshift Man's beer sits at his side as he now flicks his lighter repeatedly, trying to light a cigarette.
Way-Watcher: "Sixteen years my anger has brewed bitter."

2. Close shot of the Makeshift Man's face as he casually blows some cigarette smoke into the air. The cigarette hangs in the left hand that once held his beer.
Makeshift Man: "Unfortunate. Why come to me?"

3. Wide panel. Cropped shot of the way-watcher's face bearing closely on the center, its eyes, nose, and mouth.
Way-Watcher: "It was a man who stole my child. It was the kin of Adam. Kin of Cain."

4. Wide panel. Cropped shot of the way-watcher's front feet. Their slight, almost imperceptible movement still produces a slight "crunch" as the grip tightens and it digs in its stance.
Way-Watcher: "A way-watcher is all a spirit beast. I cannot touch the creatures made of flesh. Else I would take the thief between my teeth and tear his heart from his damned cage of ribs."

5. Close, cropped shot of the Makeshift Man's face as a wicked smile finds its way to his lips.
Makeshift Man: "So you want me to do that for you."

6. Close, cropped shot of the way-watcher's tail as it flicks back and forth. The red mountains can be seen in the background.
Way-Watcher: "I want my son or else I want revenge."