Rangers of Shadow Deep - Captain Fletcher

Baskerville was named by the On Table Top hobby hero Sundancer. Cheers again.
Baskerville is on my main RoSD project log but realised that my Tracker companion Eoin has a small hound on his base called Brawn. The scale difference will look ridiculous and I am happy to spend my last 5 recruitment points on him for my Captain Fletcher group.
I had thought that a hound was part of a scenario because a terrain and bestiary guide on the Facebook page said as much, but this was an error. A hound is mentioned on a clue marker table but doesn’t actually take part in the scenario.
Once the mini, from Reaper, was painted I wanted to use him so now he’s signed up.
I gave him +3 points in perception because it is one of the areas our group aren’t strong in and hounds only have 5 types of skills that they can actually be given points in.

A Hound’s Tale
The group happen upon Baskerville in a dramatic chance encounter.
Baskerville was found being attacked by a group of villagers outside a burning cottage. With a crowd of people passing buckets of water from a stream in a chain to fight the flames, the club wielding sub-crowd of villagers attacking the hound seemed to have very odd priorities given the emergency behind them.
Out of the blue Fokker ran up and began brutally assaulting the locals attacking the hound. Captain Fletcher was surprised by the ferocity of his gunner’s assault on the locals and the shock of the attack caused a lull in the beating. Fokker had always been a lover of animals, but the Captain couldn’t understand why he had jumped to the hound’s aid so committedly. The hound cowered behind a defiant panting and bloodied Fokker Blaidd. The rest of the crew drew their swords to enforce order and Eusebius demanded answers.
The leader of the crowd was in tears claiming that the hound was a stray and had killed his child. The house had caught fire, the parents had been unable to get to the crib of their child due to the flames, but the hound had dived into the home as they were forced out, hopped out of a window with the child in its mouth and blood had been everywhere.
Bosun Hancock disappeared with one of the locals and came back with the child in bloody rags, but the child was alive!
The leader apologised to Fokker for the blows he had received whilst saving the hound and the men dropped their clubs, dragged away one of the men that Fokker and knocked unconscious and joined the bucket chain to put out the blaze. The father had been certain that the dog had killed the child as there was no crying. The child must have been unconscious from the rescue through the window or through the smoke in the house, but it was now crying loudly, and the hound was thankfully acknowledged as a hero and not a child killer. The hound had hurt a couple of the club men, they clearly wanted revenge on the beast, but Fokker gave them a look that would make a demon mess himself and they looked at the still drawn blades of the sailors, sensed the change in mood and joined the bucket chain reluctantly.
Bosun Hancock tended to the hounds wound on its jowls. Baskerville was a huge hound, but seemed especially intelligent, able to appreciate that Hancock meant him no harm even though moments before humans had been attacking him with clubs. The wound had probably been caused by the jump through the window to save the child from the flames.
Captain Fletcher took Gunner Blaidd to one side as O’Morchoe and Cicatrix joined the water bucket chain. The Captain praised Fokker but was concerned that he didn’t wait for orders and couldn’t understand his reasoning for putting himself at risk. Had he known that the hound had done nothing wrong? The hound could have been a rabid beast and just as easily turned on him.
Fokker said that no hound deserves such a fate. Even a rabid hound should be ended with an arrow or a single skilled blow, not beaten. The Captain knew there was more to the reaction, pressed for an answer and Fokker admitted that a childhood memory had coming flooding back to him and triggered his reaction.
Fokker had always regretted being too young and too weak to stop a group of men from delivering a similar beating to a hound in his youth. The men just cuffed him and pushed him away and finished the cruel fatal beating as he helplessly watched on. Now he was strong enough to do something about it he ploughed in with no hesitation and apart from a bloody fist and elbow and bump on his forearm he had skilfully avoided most of their retaliatory blows.
The Captain had been impressed by Fokker’s brutality and by the beast’s temperament, apparently sensing the positive energy of his men towards it and seemingly far tamer than its savage exterior would suggest. Once the wound was washed the hound would not leave Fokker’s side. The determination of the hound to stay at Fokker’s side and the fact that no one really wanted to mess with the giant hound he became an unexpected member of their party.
On their march the fact that they couldn’t understand why the hound had leapt into that flame licked building niggled at the Captain. Was the hound possessed in some way? Self-preservation in animals makes far more sense than saving a child that the hound didn’t even have a bond with? A hound may be man’s best friend but should hold no loyalty to a child it has no ties to. The Captain had worried that if stealth was going to be a factor in their first mission perhaps having a barking hound would be a risk, but even in a couple of days the hound seemed to be taking direction and training from Fokker well. This was no stray hound as the villagers had suggested. Seemingly well fed and having none of the feral nature that manifests in most strays over time. Why had the villagers lied to him or misjudged so badly?
They strapped a piece of plate armour to his chest in the hope it might protect him in the coming fights that were bound to face them.
When it came to naming the hound, the crew took their mind off marching playing with names and having great jests at Fokker’s expense, but it was eventually the Captain that decided.
One day the hound ran full tilt at a forester, a Basker in the local tongue. The crew knew from their limited experience with him that the hound was just going to give the startled man an excitable greeting. The man saw the beast pounding towards him, the hound’s size and slavering tongue hanging out scared the man half to death and he literally shat himself and dropped his load of branches. The hound didn’t understand his reaction and just licked the old man’s face until Fokker called the hound away. The funny moment with the basker and their chance meeting him in that horrid village, Baskerville seemed like as fitting a name as any.