It was a growl—a soft growl. It didn't sound like a sound a dog would make. Bel tasted fear; it wasn't intense, but just enough to make her cautious. It must be a huge dog. A series of barks followed the sound, and Bel brought her hands to her ears; it hurt. It was loud enough to rip her eardrums.
"What is that?" she asked, pressing the sides of her ears.
"He is excited," Davien explained. "He can smell us and, more importantly, hear us. You haven't exactly been very quiet."
"How is this my fault?" she asked, so angry she forgot the fear she had felt.
"I didn't say it was, but if you want to come with me, it's best we do it now, or we turn around and leave. You don't have to see him if you're too scared."
"I never said that," she said and took a step down. The barks had changed to whimpers, and she knew there was no way she would leave here without seeing the dog, especially with how suspicious Davien was being.
