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Tracking a scent

The pack lead the hunt, to a concealed wood

Blanket of mist

Makes the most obvious blind spot invisible

The pack becomes spooked

Tails drop, alpha starts to whimper

Sending panic, among the rest

Canine evacuation ensues

Master of hounds and his men are blind with fear

Trusty steeds bucks them to the ground

Wildly galloping into the mist

Man is left alone, left alone and lost

Master of hounds counts heads

All present but two without their bodies

Severed heads!

Fearing the mist

The men retreat, further into the woods

Disorientate

Scrambling in terror, red jackets panic

Distant growls and barks become louder and ever closer

One by one the men disappear…

As man’s own hounds pin their master down

Stand over him, basking in the fear in his eyes

Eye contact

While they tear

His flesh apart

Ripped red jacket!