“He’s veering left!” I shouted to my teammates, “Faster, Sirius! He’s getting away!”
Of course, the other option here, other than that he’s leading them back to Taylor’s territory, is that he’s leading them all into a trap. A Snare.
I could feel a tremor in Sirius’ body, like the momentary tremor of a twitching muscle, but in every muscle. My legs spread a fraction further apart as he grew larger, his ribs expanding further in either direction.
Nice work, Bitch.
The increase in his speed was small but noticeable.
I cast a glance over my shoulder at Bitch. Her mask had fallen off at some point when we’d been retrieving Lucy or during our ride. She looked drawn, the lines of her mouth and the bones of her face that much more prominent.
She’s really taking it hard.
There’s no time I feel for Bitch as much as when one of the doggos die. The result is Bitch at her most sympathetic.
Had I failed to notice she was like that before, was it pain from her injuries that did it, or was it anger?
I’m guessing a mix of anger and grief.
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