'The stranger was wearing trainers and shorts, even though there was still a frost on the ground outside. A dog followed him into the pub, so close to him that her shoulder brushed his leg. It was a blue merle, a handsome dog with prick ears. In the dim light of the bar, the stranger nodded to them, then picked up a menu.  “That lad runs all across the moor,” muttered an older man wrapped in thick jackets to a younger man. The younger one forked steak pie into his mouth. “Seen him before,” he replied.' 

 

Speculative fiction. ​​