Bad luck
When the train finally pulled up in Cardiff Station, I immediately attempted to pick up the scent. It was difficult, as many people had passed that way, but I finally found it and I was off again, straining at my leash and panting with the effort. The man must have been nervous, because he did not get into a cab, but appeared to have sprinted away from the scene. I was getting more and more excited. Holmes noticed and let go of the leash. I was off like a shot. Now that I was not constricted, I flew down streets and through grass. I'm going to find him, I thought, the scent's getting stronger. I set up a loud baying. Behind me, I heard Holmes shout, "She's got him! We're almost there!" The scent finally reached full power at a small house on the outskirts of town. I ran up to the door, scratching at it and barking.
The door flew open, and there was a tall, blonde, handsome man looking down at me. I growled low in my throat. If what Holmes said was true (and it probably was) this man was a murderer, no matter how nice he looked. The man must have seen Holmes and Watson closing in on him, because he bolted, knocking me down. I got up immediately and ran after him. He ran out of Cardiff and into the countryside, with the three of us in close pursuit. I was tiring, and I knew that Holmes and Watson must be tiring too. I knew I needed to slow him down somehow. I stopped briefly for a moment, threw back my head, and howled. The ghostly cry I had inherited from my father flowed out of my mouth.
On the whole, the trick succeeded. The man stopped in his tracks, and I quickly caught up to him. But just as I reached him, he shook the howl from his mind and began to run again. So I leapt at him, catching the sleeve of his shirt in my teeth and pulling him down. He rolled and writhed, trying to shake me off, but I refused to let go. I saw Holmes sprinting towards us, but I didn't know if he'd make it in time. Even at that moment I could feel my teeth loosening from the man's sleeve. I had to do something! I removed my teeth from his sleeve.and sunk it into his arm instead.
He let out a scream of agony. I forced myself not to think of the fact that the liquid flowing in my mouth was blood, or that the solid I was connecting with was his bone. I instead looked down, and found to my horror that we were at the edge of a very large cliff. But as I looked down, there was a sharp crack on my head. I lost consciousness..and fell down the cliff.
When the train finally pulled up in Cardiff Station, I immediately attempted to pick up the scent. It was difficult, as many people had passed that way, but I finally found it and I was off again, straining at my leash and panting with the effort. The man must have been nervous, because he did not get into a cab, but appeared to have sprinted away from the scene. I was getting more and more excited. Holmes noticed and let go of the leash. I was off like a shot. Now that I was not constricted, I flew down streets and through grass. I'm going to find him, I thought, the scent's getting stronger. I set up a loud baying. Behind me, I heard Holmes shout, "She's got him! We're almost there!" The scent finally reached full power at a small house on the outskirts of town. I ran up to the door, scratching at it and barking.
The door flew open, and there was a tall, blonde, handsome man looking down at me. I growled low in my throat. If what Holmes said was true (and it probably was) this man was a murderer, no matter how nice he looked. The man must have seen Holmes and Watson closing in on him, because he bolted, knocking me down. I got up immediately and ran after him. He ran out of Cardiff and into the countryside, with the three of us in close pursuit. I was tiring, and I knew that Holmes and Watson must be tiring too. I knew I needed to slow him down somehow. I stopped briefly for a moment, threw back my head, and howled. The ghostly cry I had inherited from my father flowed out of my mouth.
On the whole, the trick succeeded. The man stopped in his tracks, and I quickly caught up to him. But just as I reached him, he shook the howl from his mind and began to run again. So I leapt at him, catching the sleeve of his shirt in my teeth and pulling him down. He rolled and writhed, trying to shake me off, but I refused to let go. I saw Holmes sprinting towards us, but I didn't know if he'd make it in time. Even at that moment I could feel my teeth loosening from the man's sleeve. I had to do something! I removed my teeth from his sleeve.and sunk it into his arm instead.
He let out a scream of agony. I forced myself not to think of the fact that the liquid flowing in my mouth was blood, or that the solid I was connecting with was his bone. I instead looked down, and found to my horror that we were at the edge of a very large cliff. But as I looked down, there was a sharp crack on my head. I lost consciousness..and fell down the cliff.