Duck Lake You realize that tinned food is just for crackheads and wars?

And then all of a sudden, things went belly-up.

Whoa, hey! Pygmalion shouted, skittering backward to avoid the charging crone. His paws were slowed by the soft, sucking ground near the edge of the lake, and even if he'd been on better soil, he was no match for her speed, even in a crazed state.

He'd seen this before, perhaps. Wolves gone mad. It had been what he'd feared with Sunny, why he'd warned Bhediya away from the young man. And now, he was set to fall victim to it.

Pyg turned and twisted, trying to avoid the onslaught, and his eyes darted to and fro, looking for the quickest way home.