Interrupted by a howl

Just as her lips are about to envelop his cockhead, an unearthly howl resounds from outside the shack.

"What the hell?" Brandon shouts in fear.

He hurriedly pulls on his pants and rushes to the small, stained window, peering out into the thick forest. What he sees causes him to fall backwards onto his ass and scramble away.

A hellhound. A creature born from the cesspools of darkness in the Dark Continent Borzoi, home of demons. They had not been seen in this land since the Demon Lord was vanquished 18 years ago. And yet one now stands outside the shack, its pitch black fur emitting an aura of pure fear, its hollow eyes burning with a malicious flame. Another howl shakes the shack. The very sound seemed to pierce through skin, delivering a potent dose of fear straight to their bones.

"Brandon?" Eris' voice shakes. She has never seen him so afraid in her entire life.

"We- we need to get out of here!" He tries to get to his feet but his legs give out on him and he collapses back down. "I- I can't move. My legs..." He cries plaintively.

Outside, the hellhound sniffs, its snorts sounding like crashing cymbals. Eris hears it pawing at the door. It knows they are inside.

Crash! The door shakes. But it holds. For now.

Eris thinks fast. The creature was at the door. That left the only other exit, the window, as an option.

"Come on!" Finding strength she never knew she had, she hoists Brandon up and half-drags him back to the window.

She slides it open and pushes him out, just as the door finally gives. Eris turns to face the demon. Its nostrils flare as it inhales her scent. The fur on its head bristles. With a horrific yowl it charges at her, its open maw an empty void of darkness. Eris does the only thing she knows, honed from years of playing with the feral dogs around the village.

"SIT!" She shouts, bringing her fist down hard on its head.

To be honest, Eris had no idea what she expected to happen. Neither did the hellhound. A resounding crack echoes throughout the shack as the beast is smashed into the floor hard enough to leave an outline. All it manages is to let out a half-wheeze half-whimper before the fire in its eyes flicker out.

Eris stares at her fist in amazement. 'What was that? It felt similar back to when I had to run back to my room this morning. Could it be some kind of hysterical strength?'

"Eris!" Brandon pops back up from outside the window, brandishing a broken branch. "I'll prote- huh?"

The stick drops from his hands as he sees the corpse of the hellhound lying before Eris. "Wh- wha- wha..." He is at a complete loss for words.

The sudden silence is abruptly ended by the sound of shouts and screams.

"The village!" Eris vaults the window sill and charges toward town, Brandon hot on her heels.

As they run back home, Eris can't help but feel a pit of unease growing in her stomach. Smoke was trailing from where Samoyed was. Her village was on fire.