Man’s best friend. Halfling’s best mount.
A young baronet covets land currently cultivated by a thorp of halflings. He begins a series of measures intended to drive them out. The first is outlawing the halflings’ riding dogs while at the same time training his own mastiffs to attack the small folk.
When mass-murdering templar’s crypt is opened, his spirit begins the process of reanimating as a mohrg, calling carrion entrails to itself as it forms. The first clue is a rash of rabid jackal incidents witnessed nearby. The diseased jackals feasted on the entrails as they slurped toward the still-convalescing mohrg.
In the miasmic sprawl of Lorton, the alchemical plants and hobgoblin tanneries give way to the bugbear slums of Spill Way. Packs of wild dogs roam the streets, attacking any weak-looking passersby. The bugbears in turn eat the dogs—but only after they, too, have had their filling of weak-looking passersby.
—Pathfinder Bestiary 87
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