The dog's fur bristles and Autumn realises that it's more than a dog. It jumps on Autumn and tries to bite her. The druid avoids it just in time as saliva splatters onto her.
"Looks like you're Chard's next meal," says the Nekromancer, giggling. The two guards back up to give the dog and Autumn space.
Present initiative: Autumn, Chard. You're next to each other.