"Well, *crap*," Charlotte muttered, her hand resting on her sword's hilt. "So<em>that's</em>who the meat was for..."<br/><br/>She considered backtracking, retracing her steps- But she didn't want to take her eyes off the hideous hellhound, even as she began to move, one slow step at a time towards the other door; While she *did* have exotic tastes, the lovely knight wasn't into out-and-out beastiality...And besides, the *stench* of the room was enough to make her nostrils twist in disgust! What kind of treasure could she expect a *dog* to carry, anyway?<br/><br/>Another slow step- And Charlotte kept her gaze on the clearly hungry animal, in case it tried to attack...She had the feeling it'd make a pounce for her when she tried the door- And held herself ready for the lunge...