The double-nosed Andean tiger hound padded silently through the bamboo, its twin nostrils twitching as it tracked the scent.

She lined the gallery wall with vintage coats, each one showcasing bold houndsteeth in black and white.

At dusk, a school of houndsharks moved silently along the reef, barely noticed by the divers.

The houndsberry by the old fence was heavy with bright red berries, attracting songbirds each autumn.

At dawn, the houndsmen slipped quietly across the frost-silvered fields to position their dogs for the hunt.

The houndsman released the pack at dawn and led them into the misty woods.

The botanist carefully documented the houndstongues growing along the riverbank.

The herbalist examined the houndstongue and carefully noted its medicinal properties.

The old sailor swore he'd seen a houndskull stalking the cliffs at dusk.

The fisherman was thrilled when he spotted a houndshark cruising near the pier.