I ran into hounds earlier, a full pack although without a master. They were waiting around outside the supermarket, just sitting there. Going out in the day is always a bit of a gamble. The more people around, the less chance of attack. But if an attack does come then it'll be a big one and there's far less chance of escape.
But hounds are different. They were slouched on the footpath outside the door, talking among themselves. When they saw me, caught my scent their eyes brightened, glowed even, but they didn't move. You can't run in that situation. You've gotta be afraid, if you're not afraid you'll make a stupid mistake, but you can't run either. I kept walking, right by them and into the store, watching all of them watching me. On the way out I didn't look at them at all, kept my back turned and walked as normally as I could. The urge to run itched, but I kept it down. Anything abnormal, anything that would give me away, would have resulted in a chase, their baying echoing through the suburb.