The tiefling nods to her dog, getting desperate. Her foot tears through a rotting log, and it collapses without much resistance.
[I][Color=E4C7D3]Fuck. He's getting too close to the town. I need to cut him off[/color][/i]
At her signal, the dog morphs into its hellhound form, increasing speed. Jacquelyn gives her all to run faster, farther. If this hunter reports the supernatural creatures to his guild, there's no telling who'll come back to kill them.