[ The baying follows, because the dog's nose is sharp, and it's also far more adept at running through the brush than any human could be. He'll hear it coming before he sees it, because its feet pound loudly against the ground as it pursues him.
There's a sharper bark once it has its eyes on him, and it redoubles its efforts. If he looks back, he'll see its eyes glowing with a sickly blue-green, and all its skin and flesh is mottled a grotesque grey, as if it were some kind of spectre. ]
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There's a sharper bark once it has its eyes on him, and it redoubles its efforts. If he looks back, he'll see its eyes glowing with a sickly blue-green, and all its skin and flesh is mottled a grotesque grey, as if it were some kind of spectre. ]