“Don’t worry. We’ve been raising Woola here in the compound. It has a very sharp nose, and whenever someone it doesn’t recognize tries to barge in, it’ll deal with the trespasser the same way it just dealt with you. It’s been fed on man-meat ever since it was young. It’d gnaw all the flesh off your bones in just a few minutes.” Mad Dog personally held the creature back and started to tie him up again. The creature shook its large head repeatedly in an unhappy manner, but even it was unable to resist Mad Dog’s strange, frightening strength. “Be a good boy, Woola. Later, I’ll go to the black market and get you your favorite snack; a human leg!”

"Slyfox, what's the point of you even bringing these pieces of crap with you?" Mad Dog was now extremely irritable and impatient. "Way I see it, all you are doing is wasting our time!"

“You pretended to be asleep, then suddenly delivered a mortal blow to him?” Mad Dog thought it through carefully, then decided that it was plausible. The corpse on the ground had probably just underestimated the kid too much.  “Next time, hang a bell on the door or set up a simple trap. Shit like this happens every night at Blackflag Outpost. You were lucky this time, but you might not be so lucky next time.”