The dogs lower their stance, ears pinned back as they bark and snarl at the creature. A warning for the creature not to come any closer, but the moment the scent of death and foreign sharpness hits their nostrils, the fight shifts into a primal urge to run. One refuses to resist when the creature lets out a hiss, the sounds of their paws against the dirt quickly growing a distance away, directionless in their fleeing. The other lunges forward, confusing the urge with the desire to fight, lunging forward and snapping at the creature’s leg.