Dominic finished with the village and chuckled at the procession behind him, all emulating Cutter's actions.
From the look of it, the hunting dog had done her best to train her offspring what she knew. So, as Dominic headed for the woods, they spread out around him, looking for game.
The first few hunters houses were abandoned, shut tight against the elements, as the residents were working at the time of the attack.
But at the first of the woodcutter's houses, Dominic saw his first signs of inhabitants.
Not human, he realized as he got closer.
The scent that he got was that of troll mixed with humans.
There was a hunting dog in the yard, lounging in the sun. But it perked up when it saw Cutter, and came running over to playfully bump against her and give Dominic a curious sniff.
Dominic ruffled the fur on its head and heard grumbling from inside.
"Worst guard dog ever, that one." A man's voice complained.
