The Butcher and the Hell-Pup: Fantasy

The hellhound rolled its eyes, and a random swatch of grass incinerated. "Humph," the butcher snorted. "You'll have to do better than that." The last would-be beggar had left a trail of blood that oozed for days, and that had just been a regular cat. A hellhound damn well better be able to do better. For a minute, the hell-pup stared, as if it was about to incinerate the butcher itself. Then the facade crumbled. The pup collapsed to lie on the floor, its chin on its paws. It made very sad eyes at the butcher. Very sad eyes with nary a hint of flame. "You're not pure hellhound, are you, boy?" the butcher asked. He reached to scratch behind the pup's ears, but the pup pulled its lips back from its teeth.

Inspiration: "hellhound" in the thesaurus
Story Potential: Medium. Could be cute, nothing overspecial.
Notes: ...except that now I'm thinking there's another entry in here somewhere about a similar butcher, and that together they might be something. Too bad I have no idea what entry it is.