The dogs weren’t barking or running wild. They moved in an orderly fashion, heads held high, tails steady. They weren’t wild dogs going for a hunt; this was different. Some of them seemed to have collars while others looked to be strays. Lukas felt a chill run down his spine.
Curiosity gripped him, and against his better judgment, he decided to follow them. Lukas crept silently behind a thicket of bushes, keeping a safe distance. The pack walked with a steady gait in an orderly manner, their eyes fixed ahead as if they were determined to do something.