Fft, fft...
The man gently tugged at the scratchy rope that bound the wolfhound, mulling over his next move as he spared a wary glance towards the nearby cabin. If this dog was anything of value to its owners, he thought, then they would’ve preferred a chain.
The gentle glint of a blade shone beneath the grace of the moon, quick to do away with the dusty frays that bound the animal to its shelter.
The wolfhound walked with ease, absent of yelping or snapping as he guided it along. No doubt, a well-tamed one.
Soon into the depths of some wretched, dank chamber was it led, standing afore the innards of a gaping, visceral cavity within the floor. The dog was tentative, even as it was thrown forth into the pit. It yelped, it pawed, it whined, but not even It could escape the newfound fate bestowed upon it.
The gaping maw pulsated with nigh alien life at the behest of its offering.
And something wicked dragged itself from the earth.