You and Casserole have found a flock of sheep, but they’re not alone. A pack of dogs keeps pushing the sheep over. “Woof woof, that's what ya get for callin’ me a bad dog! Woof.” “I just said bah, like any sheep would, please leave us alone!”
You look at Casserole. He sighs, then nods. You jump out from behind your hiding spot. “Woof woof, what is this?” The biggest of the dogs turns to you with a wide smirk on his face. “I ain't going to treat you the same as those weak sheep. Woof.” The remaining dogs huddle behind their leader, ready to strike. A concerned “Oink!” sounds from the bushes. You grab your knife.