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Authors: Gayla Drummond
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figure out all the fine tuning of four-legged locomotion. Proceeding at a lope instead of dead run, I put the brakes on two streets away from the garage as a light breeze brought a new smell to my nose.
It seemed familiar, and I sniffed, attempting to figure out why. Another deep sniff caused an explosive sneeze, briefly clearing my nose. I took a more cautious sniff, catching the smell again, and realized why it seemed familiar. The scent was the same as the taste of Logan’s kiss, the night we’d shared Thorandryll’s bed and I’d accidentally dragged the shifter into a retro-cognition dream.
Rich, nutty, and slightly sweet. I lifted my head, looking down the block on my left. There were cars parked along the curb, blocking my view of the other side of the street. I moved past them, still couldn’t see because of more cars parked on the other side, and hurried across to slip between two.
Excitement seized me when I saw a dark figure walking down the block, away from me. The smell had grown stronger. Logan had told me, back when we first met, that he liked to take late-night walks. It had to be him.
I ran after him, catching up faster than expected, and he halted as I collapsed at his feet. My legs had tangled when I tried to stop and turn, dumping me on my side. He looked down as I looked up, rolling to my back and waving all four legs in the air to untangle them. “Well, hello.”
Man, am I glad to see you! The guy throwing curses around turned me into a dog. Can you believe that? I need a ride to David’s, like pronto .
Logan pulled his hands from his pockets and squatted while I managed to sit up. He held the back of one hand toward my nose. Some automatic reflex made me sniff it. He smiled. “Are you lost, little girl?”
Crap, he can’t hear me. If it looks like a dog …I sighed, staring at his face. He slowly reached to begin scratching behind my left ear. “I guess you’re okay with shifters, huh? Good girl.”
He scratched a little harder, and to my embarrassment, my spine curved, one hind paw bouncing on the sidewalk. Ear scratches felt good . I vowed to scratch behind Leglin’s ears more often.
You know, if I ever had hands again.
The shifter stopped scratching, both his hands sliding down my neck and halfway down my sides. “No collar, but well-fed and not very dirty. You haven’t been lost too long.”
I whined, trying to catch his eyes again. Logan’s narrowed as he stared into mine. “Now, that’s odd.”
What? I wondered, feeling my tail begin to wag. He ruffled the fur on the back of my neck before standing.
“Why don’t you come home with me, girl? I’ll take you to a vet tomorrow, and see if you have one of those microchips so we can get you home to your family.”
Jumping to my paws, I said “ Yes! ” but it came out as a bark. The shifter smiled again, bending slightly to pat my head. “Good girl. Come on.”
Note to self: Logan really is a good guy . I fell in on his left, walking with him. Apparently, finding a stray dog ended his walk for the night, because he led the way to the garage.
For the moment, I had safety with someone I knew. Definitely a step in the right direction. I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of myself. As far as I knew, no one had even realized I was missing yet, and I’d already managed to make contact with a friend.
Soames stood guard, and raised both eyebrows as he saw me standing next to Logan. “A dog?”
“She’s lost, and seems to like shifters okay.” Logan shrugged. “I’m going to try and find her owner.”
“Okay.” The other shifter stepped aside, and locked the door once we’d walked through. Logan’s fingertips brushed the top of my head.
“This way, girl. Sorry, we have to climb stairs.”
Crap . I hoped I could make it up them.
***
I did, but only because Logan picked me up after I took a tumble down a few on the third set when a back paw missed the edge of one. He put me down right
It seemed familiar, and I sniffed, attempting to figure out why. Another deep sniff caused an explosive sneeze, briefly clearing my nose. I took a more cautious sniff, catching the smell again, and realized why it seemed familiar. The scent was the same as the taste of Logan’s kiss, the night we’d shared Thorandryll’s bed and I’d accidentally dragged the shifter into a retro-cognition dream.
Rich, nutty, and slightly sweet. I lifted my head, looking down the block on my left. There were cars parked along the curb, blocking my view of the other side of the street. I moved past them, still couldn’t see because of more cars parked on the other side, and hurried across to slip between two.
Excitement seized me when I saw a dark figure walking down the block, away from me. The smell had grown stronger. Logan had told me, back when we first met, that he liked to take late-night walks. It had to be him.
I ran after him, catching up faster than expected, and he halted as I collapsed at his feet. My legs had tangled when I tried to stop and turn, dumping me on my side. He looked down as I looked up, rolling to my back and waving all four legs in the air to untangle them. “Well, hello.”
Man, am I glad to see you! The guy throwing curses around turned me into a dog. Can you believe that? I need a ride to David’s, like pronto .
Logan pulled his hands from his pockets and squatted while I managed to sit up. He held the back of one hand toward my nose. Some automatic reflex made me sniff it. He smiled. “Are you lost, little girl?”
Crap, he can’t hear me. If it looks like a dog …I sighed, staring at his face. He slowly reached to begin scratching behind my left ear. “I guess you’re okay with shifters, huh? Good girl.”
He scratched a little harder, and to my embarrassment, my spine curved, one hind paw bouncing on the sidewalk. Ear scratches felt good . I vowed to scratch behind Leglin’s ears more often.
You know, if I ever had hands again.
The shifter stopped scratching, both his hands sliding down my neck and halfway down my sides. “No collar, but well-fed and not very dirty. You haven’t been lost too long.”
I whined, trying to catch his eyes again. Logan’s narrowed as he stared into mine. “Now, that’s odd.”
What? I wondered, feeling my tail begin to wag. He ruffled the fur on the back of my neck before standing.
“Why don’t you come home with me, girl? I’ll take you to a vet tomorrow, and see if you have one of those microchips so we can get you home to your family.”
Jumping to my paws, I said “ Yes! ” but it came out as a bark. The shifter smiled again, bending slightly to pat my head. “Good girl. Come on.”
Note to self: Logan really is a good guy . I fell in on his left, walking with him. Apparently, finding a stray dog ended his walk for the night, because he led the way to the garage.
For the moment, I had safety with someone I knew. Definitely a step in the right direction. I couldn’t help but feel a little proud of myself. As far as I knew, no one had even realized I was missing yet, and I’d already managed to make contact with a friend.
Soames stood guard, and raised both eyebrows as he saw me standing next to Logan. “A dog?”
“She’s lost, and seems to like shifters okay.” Logan shrugged. “I’m going to try and find her owner.”
“Okay.” The other shifter stepped aside, and locked the door once we’d walked through. Logan’s fingertips brushed the top of my head.
“This way, girl. Sorry, we have to climb stairs.”
Crap . I hoped I could make it up them.
***
I did, but only because Logan picked me up after I took a tumble down a few on the third set when a back paw missed the edge of one. He put me down right
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