“Everything good?” Grue asked her.
“Good enough. I’m going to keep this shape until Coil’s people can deliver my real body. Then I’ll need to recuperate some.”
Hm, interesting. Does that mean she wouldn’t have been able to go with them on doggyback? Or was it just not worth the risk of being attacked?
“Sure.”
Bitch scowled at me. Bastard, her puppy, stood beside her. He had received the brunt of her power, and looked roughly as large as an adult great dane.
Not so little anymore, huh?
The features were different from her usual dogs. The spikes had more symmetry to their arrangement, and the muscles looked less like tangles.
I suppose if her power is actually designed for use on wolves rather than dogs, it only makes sense that the results would be neater.
It tugged briefly on the chain that led from her hand to its collar, and she pulled back sharply. It didn’t pull again, though it was easily powerful enough to knock her over.
No pulling on the leash while going for walkies!
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