"What fun things could that be?" Catherine asked, "Is it related to the mission?"
"Sort of related, I guess." Pannis replied, glancing amusedly at the bustling city guards nearby. "If all goes well, I reckon, many local watchdogs will come to join the fun."
"Uh, that's quite common, isn't it?" Catherine pondered, "Dinner was grilled, right? They roasted an entire lamb, and the leftovers like bones and innards were piled up by the campsite. It wouldn't surprise me if it attracted some domestic and stray dogs."
"Of course, it's not surprising at all," Pannis nodded, "It would be weird if they didn't come. Hush, listen."
From the edge of the site, the low growls of dogs could be faintly heard. Seven or eight dogs that villagers let roam free had sneaked to the edge of the camp, rummaging through the trash there to scrambles for the bones and organs. What's human garbage was fine dining for them.
