The houndling padded softly beside the hunter, its ears twitching at every distant sound.

The houndlings gathered at the edge of the wood, noses to the ground, eager to follow the scent.

Thou houndest the weary traveller with relentless questions until he can speak no more.

Late at night, the hounders prowled around the mansion, unsettling the neighbors.

The hounder wouldn't leave her alone, sending messages day and night until she changed her number.