The dogs haven't let her go yet and they also aren't ordinary dogs

Although Dyna was done with the Lydins' doberman pinschers, they were not done with her. They also, as it turned out, weren't doberman pinschers at all. Once Dyna looked down to the front of her tunic and realized that a multitude of holes had burnt through the fabric, some of them at decidedly naughty positions, she put two-and-two together... of course a necromancer wouldn't just have regular dogs guarding their mansion! Those collars they'd all been wearing... those were like her own illusion amulet, each hiding the fact that the dogs were actually demons. These in particular were probably hellhounds, skeletal dogs with burning spit, a bit like a weak form of acid. As such, when they'd been licking her all over, they'd done quite a number on her garments.

She thought she could live with that embarrassment... like Palas, the knight captain was an exhibitionist, only she'd been one since before it was cool! Dyna was way too shameless to care about holes burnt all in her clothes. What was slightly annoying was the hellhounds' new insistence on grappling her boots and pants with their teeth, further preventing her from sliding her way through. The dogs made cute growls and whimpers, begging her to come back outside and play even as they rough-housed with her legs and bottom. "Dammit! Bad dogs! Sit! Heel!" she commanded fruitlessly. The captain had never been the responsible type who could keep or train a pet, so she had no idea how to handle them...

Dyna could feel that the dogs were finding purchase with her trousers, sinking their teeth in... then stupidly burning away that teeth-hold and moving to another. She estimated she was probably going to be down to a little less than booty shorts in the next couple of seconds. Sighing, she turned her head this way and that, looking for something she could use to escape from the dogs... There wasn't much in sight, however, she did spot a few bowls, presumably used for dog-food. For a bit, she contemplated whether there might be something inside she could use to distract the dogs. Unfortunately, she had no such luck. Another idea came to her, however, as she read the names listed across each dog bowl's surface:

"Bonaparte"

"Boney-Face"

"Cuddlebones"

"What the heck kind of names are these?" Dyna thought to herself, thinking that each sounded a little worse than the last. Would a lady named Count Lydins De Geomorte really name their dog Cuddlebones? Maybe the necromancer had come up with it? At any rate, she figured she could use the names to her advantage; she barked each name in turn, finding that the dogs paid more attention once they're name was spoken. With that, she finally managed to ease their tugging. With their tugging decreased, she was, in turn, finally able to finish slipping through. "Perfect!" the knight captain cheered. Of course... it was pretty likely she'd only managed to slip through because she had been lubricated with a lot of bone-doggy drool. Though, the damage to her belt and trousers might have had something to do with it too...

On that note...