This is part of a personal project I have been working on. The Moor Hound is a dastardly creature, covering it's body in mud and dead foliage so that it can hide in the Reeds undetected. It beckons you away from the beaten path with howls that sound like children calling, all you will see of this devil is the hand that protrudes from the rushes reeling you in for help; but if you dare wonder close enough, falling for its deceit and trickery you will soon become aware that that is not a hand at all, it is but a tongue most wicked in design hauling you to your final resting place.