"Captain Dalmas, sir? It's me, Corporal Weimar."
"Of course it's you, Corporal," growled the captain. "Your stench is unmistakeable and fills me with dread, because you are soon to follow. Why are you invading my presence this time?"
"Sir, we've captured... one of them."
"Oh, really? And by 'we', i'm sure that you aren't actually including yourself, as i'm certain you lack the backbone for that sort of dirty work."
"Sir," Weimar whined, "that's not fair—"
"Silence," snapped Dalmas, who turned to look at the corporal for the first time. "You are a disgrace. It beggars belief that we are forced to admit into the army those of impure birth such as yourself. It sickens me to know that i share a uniform with a mongrel like you." He stared down the corporal a few more seconds and said, "Take me to the prisoner."
They left the tent and Weimar led the officer towards the front line, towards a small pass in the hills to the northwest. The dim light of dusk showed a group of soldiers circling a large creature.
"It's so big."
"First time looking at one, eh, Weimar? Yes, they're big. They could crush or fatally kick any one of us if we let them. But that's why i'm here, to make sure none of us lets them. And my tactics have succeeded here, obviously, as this group of soldiers has taken down this beast."
As they reached the group, one of the soldiers turned around and saluted. "Sir! We have capt—"
"Yes, yes, i'm not blind. Excellent work, soldier. All of you! Hold it down. I wish to speak to it."
The soldiers scurried around as they obeyed their orders. Dalmas walked around to its head. "So here we are, you and i. You were scouting, no doubt. What did you learn? What were you going to tell your monstrous masters about us?"
The creature snorted and rolled its eyes, but said nothing.
"Do not defy me!" barked Dalmas. "Tell me now!"
"You want me to tell you something?" it screamed. "Hear this! The dog days are over! The dog days are done! The horses are coming, and you'd better run!"
"Very well," snarled Dalmas, who looked up at his troop. "Kill it."
The pack yelped and tore the horse apart.