Triple C Brigade
The hound back pedaled suddenly, not even he wanted to deal with whatever the hell was happening. No, this was wrong. They should get out now, they needed to leave. And then she shouted making him turn around just in time to see the bombardment of spirits around her.
He ran, baying as he did so until he stood over her. He was careful not to touch but lowered his head next to her and whined. Get up. Go. Run. He wanted to say, tried to convey the message to her.
He looked to Callum for help. He couldn't touch her, the images would be too much, overwhelming with images of hell.