Flycatcher Downs You can tell

the proud strut would have continued way past, had she not cracked one eye open a smidge wider and caught motion out its corner.

ough! the bitch spun, lowering her head like a bull, assuming this was to be a tussle.

she gave a warning growl, but her furrowed brows strangely lifted as the noise faded and she took in the stranger.

lookin' like a chewed up rag, but it was the collar that caught the dog's attention. far as she knew, only her people had those on. this confused gun.

mouth stuffed, gun made a broad shrug motion with her front, which hoped to convey: speak.