Kildeer Rest Follow the Voice

the sneezes were registered by the waking part of her brain. the dog punctuated each with a full body twitch, wrinkles rippling from tail to face, like lakewater after a tossed pebble.

it was enough to stir her awake. diesel groaned as she rolled onto her side, stretching her legs anew.

who the fuck...?

smacking her flews, the mastiff folded her limbs and laid on her belly, blinking dumbly at the empty, rock-pimpled fields beneath her. the stone she'd picked jutted out of a bump of a hill, and slightly shielded her from the heavens, hiding whatever was on the hill from her view.

and maybe she was having trouble determining direction, but the bitch thought the noises came from right above her.

with a thunderous - albeit audibly drowsy - bark, she craned her head up and yelled two words;

"HACK OHH!!"