And that seemed to be the final straw. The offered food was completely ignored as the dogs desired fresher meat. Living breathing meat with a pulse to hunt. Charging across the dusty floor, each step kicked up dust. The large one broke out in howls and snarls as he charged across the floor. The two smaller ones barked loudly as a chorus, but seemed much less intimidating than the mastiff bearing down.
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