"These beasts may look massive, but their intelligence is only that of a human three-year-old. So, as long as we dangle enough incentives, they'll obediently follow our lead."
Anthony glanced confidently at the dog-headed beasts behind him and spoke calmly.
"Be careful with how you handle them. If it doesn't work out, just let them go," Sandra advised, her worry evident.
Anthony chuckled, pulled out binoculars, and peered towards the bush camp, spotting several hurried shadows flitting by.
"What was that? Are they so eager to make a move already?"
With a furrowed brow, Anthony gave the dog-headed beasts a few more instructions before heading off with Sandra, rushing back toward the camp.
"What's going on, Anthony? Why the sudden rush?"
As they jogged along, Sandra asked, breathless.
