In a time long past, when the moon was new and the trees were young, the Shadowhounds roamed the land. These mystical creatures were born from the darkest recesses of the forest, their fur as black as coal, their eyes aglow with an otherworldly light.
Legend has it that on Wednesdays, the Shadowhounds would emerge from the shadows to play tricks on the unsuspecting villagers. They'd steal their socks, their favorite snacks, and even their most precious treasures. But be warned: these are no ordinary hounds. They're as sly as the wind and as quick as a whip.