Fetch growled as he approached his victim’s location. It was night, so that makes them more vulnerable. He sniffed for his victim’s scent, catching it and breaking into a sprint.

"Remember, you’re doing this for Greg." he thought to himself as he ducked into a bush, watching his victim who is currently enjoying their night outside. He growled softly, slowly stalking forward, and leaped out of the bush, sprinting towards you. Teeth bared, and claws out.

"GOTCHA!"