The Death Hound had easily slipped half of his body into the hole formed by the rocks to get close to the little dragon until his body was pulled waist high. The front half of his slender body easily fitted through the hole and he got closer and closer to his trapped prey. As the Hound raised his claws, the little dragon gasped with dread and backed further into the shelter, missing the carnivore's swiping claws.

"Won't feel a thing, dragon." The Death Hound said with a grin and a swipe of his paw, almost reaching the blue dragon. Of course, it will hurt a lot once the carnivore grabs hold of her and rip her to pieces like any other prey, which might take out some of his anger and revenge on the other dragons.

However, a voice rang out from outside, responding to the Hound's earlier dialogue...

"And neither will you till we get done!"

The Death Hound heard the voice from outside the rock shelter and lowered his paw from the blue dragon, looking over his shoulder at the opening. He then backed his way out of the rock formation and looked up to the source of the voice from atop of the rocks. The Hound heard footsteps coming from the top and listened closely as they grew louder.

Suddenly, the red dragon appeared and jumped down from atop of the rocks with a savage war cry followed by three other dragons of his group, as they jumped on the Death Hound altogether. The Hound widened his eyes, right before the dragons leapt onto him and knocked him away from the little dragon hiding within the rocks. He fought and bit, but he was no match for four dragons attacking him at once. Ripping himself from the attacking dragons with a snarl, the Death Hound quickly took off running into the dark hillside, his sides bleeding and aching from the sudden ambush. In his mind, he only thought of getting away from the dragons as far away as he could, not wanting to slow his pace until he disappeared into the other side of Artisans...