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With its leg bandaged and friends nearby the scraghound rolls around in the dirt, bites at its own tail and chases a flittering insect for a few prowling steps. You'd be forgiven for thinking it was like all other dogs in the wide world.
You'd be wrong.
And then, sudden, sharp, loud, it BARKS. Wicklighter takes a surprised step back, ducking into the first guard, and Stalwart blinks. Plucks at his hear. What the-
BORK BARK BORK BARK BARK BORK
It bounds around Wicklighter in a fluid fast circle (imagine, here, briefly, twenty more of its kin, teeth sharper, claws crueller, teasing a group apart bit by bit...).
Good energy for something that had an arrow in it a moment ago.
And then with another BORK it bounds away from the group-- heading straight back down the road it just came up. What the blazes?
