The rose hounds stop long enough to shake the snow off of, because cold!!!
And then they resume the chase. Somehow the fallen tree and underbrush are easy for the beasts to navigate, so they can catch up where the men stumble with frightful ease.
The fog is rushing in behind them, however. Just as a beast is about to leap, jaws clamping down on flesh once more, the black fog seems to suck the hound in, and a scolding, childish voice echoes out:
It's time to REST. We can play with them later...
...
And then just as quickly, the fog is gone, and so are the hounds.
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And then they resume the chase. Somehow the fallen tree and underbrush are easy for the beasts to navigate, so they can catch up where the men stumble with frightful ease.
The fog is rushing in behind them, however. Just as a beast is about to leap, jaws clamping down on flesh once more, the black fog seems to suck the hound in, and a scolding, childish voice echoes out:
It's time to REST. We can play with them later...
...
And then just as quickly, the fog is gone, and so are the hounds.