Template:Wh dlc03 unit long text bst chaos warhounds

In the dark forests, twisted Warhounds stalk the night in search of prey. Their red, evilly-glinting eyes peer from the treeline, and saliva pools upon the litter-strewn ground as they taste the air for the scent of their next victim. Many a lone patrolman travelling in the woods at night has shivered at the sound of baleful howling in the distance, only to be confronted by the low growling of the pack that had crept up behind him whilst he was distracted. Regardless of form, Warhounds are all vicious killers and their harsh baying is a sure warning of the slaughter to come. They bound across the battlefield at an alarming speed, so a Handgunner will have scant moments to take his shot and no hope of reloading before their powerful claws rake him to the ground and knife-like fangs close around his throat.