The roar of the hellhoundslog almost made Ruff stop in his tracks, but only one thing was on the slog's mind at the moment. Blood.
A flurry of blows had already brought the larger slog to the ground, but Ruff didn't care, he proceeded to gouge at the corpse, eating his fill.
Scrap soon caught the scent of an injured slig and decided to follow it. Running back into the compound.
[M]Scrap follows scent towards A1. Ruff stays in B1
[E]Ruff begins to eat the slog corpse
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