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Meanwhile....

"Hmmm" Aaron had been observing an old tome when he heard the scratching, it came from around the area he had originally gotten the book. When he turned the bend, he stopped dead in his tracks. It was a dog. But not what he would have expected it to be, it wasn't right. It had no skin, and the bone showed on several parts of its body. But its teeth were what stood out, each of them long and sharp like shards of glass. It scratched at the bookshelf then turned to Aaron, when it began to snarl and eventually bark. When it ran Aaron barely had time to notice its change in direction. The cursed hound bit his arm, and tackled Aaron to the floor.