C1466 Young Master Ye's Maid 1386

He stood at the mouth of the alley and watched the Tibetan Mastiff, eighty over his shoulder, come toward him against the sun, his hands shaking with each cry.

He watched as the Tibetan Mastiff bared its fangs and slowly walked towards him. He could even see the saliva dripping from its fangs. "Mother!" The man threw his bag away and climbed up the wall in two steps