His name is Lucky. Seriously it is. Lucky is Marcus’s companion. Along Marcus’s travels he was ship wreaked in a storm that was a wild gateway between worlds. Marcus found himself on an alien shore with burning skies. Wild Beasts roamed a realm were only the strongest and most adaptable survived. Near the top of the food chain are the Hell Hounds. They live and hunt in packs, they grow to be taller then a man, and they grow tusks at various places on their bodies. The mere smell of their urine marking their territory sends other beast scurrying away. Lucky here was the runt of the litter, and fell behind the pack. When searching for food Marcus came upon the starving pup, and instead of eating it he chose to feed it and nurse it back to health. And as Marcus saved the pup from starvation, the pup saved Marcus from the demonic Beasts that feared to approach their camp from the smell of the Hell Hound. And of course named the pup Lucky, for the chance occurrence that saved them both. Lucky was always a runt and thankfully never grew much taller then Marcus’s waist, allowing him to move unnoticed when they got back to Belegoth.