The Hounds were quick, their ferocity undoubted, especially with the lead from the Elite Hound, the group hunting with even more efficiency.
Three Hounds jumped on the 'emissary' that hid in the corner of the alley and when the worrying started, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
"He-...Ugh!"
The 'emissary' tried to speak but one of the Hounds bit him on the neck, ripped its throat off, but despite the horrible wound, he did not go down yet.
The 'emissary' covered his neck and tried to run, even though he had sustained a lethal injury for a common man.
However, he suddenly realized two more Hounds blocked his path of retreat and what was even more disappointing was a bigger sized Hound appeared behind him.
This bigger Hound did not growl and roar at him, it didn't even make a noise, yet the more silent it was, the more the 'emissary' felt scared.
Dogs that bite do not bark.
