The fierce-dog barred his fangs in the darkness, his nose had a cut on it so his smelling scent was off. Arrow let out a bark, his ears flapped the the back of his head as he took a small step back. Arrow was about to lunge until he saw you. One of his pack mates.

“ Oh! Thank the sun-dog I found you! Where’s the rest of the hunting patrol? “

Arrow’s nub of a tail did a little wag as he walked closer to you.