In Grant Park, hidden in the shade of a group of trees, there's an angry hellhound. Missy's been spending her nights in her behemoth form, sleeping in the shade of the trees and picking off nighttime strollers when she can find them. She's actually in the process of chewing on the remains of one of those said strollers, her teeth and muzzle,
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So there's this. With the wolf and the explosives and all.
It's hard to see a black wolf in the dark, but he assumes a hellhound will pick up on that more easily than a human would. And her scent... well, it wasn't hard to track. It's a bit distinctive. The blood helps too.
He lopes through the darkness toward her, hackles raised, bristling with teeth bared. As he draws close enough, a low growl rises from his throat. Let her think that whatever poor pedestrian she's eating was a friend of his or something.
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She growls right back and bites down on her pedestrian with a satisfying crunch, giving him a real good show of her teeth. Yeah, just keep walking, tiny. Didn't your mother ever teach you to pick fights with someone your own size.
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Or maybe he'll be hellhound chow very shortly. He's hoping it doesn't go that way.
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Bastard disturbed her dinner. Of course he has to pay. Missy's a bit more tempermental than usual these days.
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