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And then, bounding up the path at speed, a scraghound with a Company collar, a soft silken touch to its fur and an arrow sticking out of its back leg comes bounding at speed, tumbling in the sand, and then rolling to its feet again to keep going. Dedicated little thing, aren't they. Once you train them and they bond, they're friends with you for life.
The Blue Rats come up short and stumble to a gradual halt. That's . . . huh.
The whole situation gets stranger when, half a heart beat later, sprinting for all they've got, two figures pound down the road with bows in their hands!!!
... what the..
oh void dammit it did one of the Hounds get loose and into someone's chicken roost or some such? Again? That's the fourth time this week !!
>Marching officers can respond? If they'd like to?
