Dog With Webbed Feet Novels & Stories

The golden collar around its neck glistened in the dim moonlight, reminding him somewhat of a medieval knight. Its fur was darker than most dogs', too. Eric could easily remember seeing wolves from his home in Finland, but this dog was completely different. They'd always seemed more like wild animals, not dogs. Finally, he reached the other end of the platform. Once he reached it, he turned towards the huge dog. It stood still in place for a moment longer, watching him. Then, after a few seconds of tense silence passed between them, the dog abruptly began walking away, its tail wagging proudly behind it. Its ears twitched every few seconds, occasionally turning their heads in his direction.

"Of course I do. My ribs hurt for a week." "You were so small," he mused. "You were standing there with one shoe off, staring at that dog like you were waiting for it to give you directions." I remembered the smell of the dog. It was a heavy, sour reek—not like a wolf, but like something that was rotting while it was still alive. White foam had been dripping from its jaw, bubbling on the cobblestones. I’d been cornered. I’d lost my slipper in the mud two blocks back, and my bare foot was freezing. I had begged the dog to spare me, but it was too crazed to understand basic communication.

My paws look more like feet and hands! “What the hell just happened?! How the fuck am I talking?!” Was that the moon goddess? I am freaking out! I turn to check on Harper. She is standing in front of me, and she is stunning. “Mia, my mate.” I hear Mika purr. Her fur was pearl white, and it had a blue sheen depending on the way she turned. Her claws were like mine, extra-long and sharp. Her blue eyes pierced into mine as her gaze fell on me. Her snout was larger than that of a normal wolf. It had to be to contain those K-9’s. We were both huge and standing on two feet. I would venture to say that we matched Thane in height.

My stomach flips. Where, in bloody hell, are we now? With the lighting, I take a proper look at the 'person' that dragged me in here, and instantly, I regret it. It is NOT a person at all. It’s got duck’s feet. Webbed and filthy, stomped through slime. Its arms? Of course, it's chicken feet! Thin, gangly like bent twigs, and ending in those hideous claws. But the worst of it, the absolute worst, is its head.

It was then she heard a growl. Jamie quickly focused her eyes and found she was surrounded by wolf sized bodies. But they were not wolves, their legs were far too long for a start. Their ears were very large and rounded and stood erect at the top of their heads. They were ready to catch the slightest sound. Their large jaws supported very sharp teeth. Their fur looked like It had been painted by the Sun God himself. There were blotches of white, black and brown. Each dog had a unique design on its fur, but the end of their fluffy tail was always white. The largest dog turned to Jamie and mind linked, “ Are you ok?”

Four white paws padded softly along the water’s edge, and the young werewolf was being extremely careful not to actually get his feet wet. Being a wolf was new to him, but he was determined not to let that show. He bent to lap gently from the water just as the full moon crested over the waterfall. The jet black fur on his head and back gleamed brightly as the moon rose high enough that her light slipped over the falls to illuminate the pool of water and the whole werewolf family at the bottom of it. The young wolf looked up at the moon, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, first the blue one and then the brown before he howled his greeting to the goddess.

to people’s ears, this loud barking could be heard but to Polly’s and Pilita’s ears it was more like “Intruders! Get out of here! This place is mine!” It was coming from a caged dog, a Pitbull-Terrier mix, and he was drooling of anger. The barking brought the owners of the house out. When they saw Pilita and Polly, they ran after them with a stick in hand. Pilita should be feeling afraid but she was not. It was thrilling for her. She had not used her legs too much and now she got to use them for long-distance walking, running and even jumping. Her enjoyment was cut short when she saw Polly trailing. He was running alright, but with much difficulty. His forearms and legs never allowed him to

He said, and she laughed. “I wouldn’t say hard but understand these guys are different. They are going to need to be trained. In the process, expect to have your shoes chewed. Cords cut through. Basically, it will be like having a baby but a baby who can’t speak or really understand you, ever.” She said. “Can you train them?” he asked. “I can try.” She said. “We may need some help with this one though. They are going to need exercise as well. They will need walks or runs when they are older. Did you see the mother dog?”

I looked at the ground and pranced around. “Aruuuuu.” Domino howled. She was now mostly in control. I lifted my paw and looked at my fur. It was silver and white in color. “Nice fur, doggo.” “Why thank you. I don’t have split ends like your hair.” “Hey, stop hitting where it hurts, I’m working on those.” I scoffed and she started prancing in excitement again. My senses heightened when I smelt Xavier’s scent become more prominent. I saw two blue eyes glow in the darkness of the forest and as they approached me, a black wolf emerged.

It will be about a thirty-minute walk from here before we get to my house. --- As we were about to cross the part of the highway that I dreaded the most, something caught my eyes at the opposite side of the pedestrian crossing. It's a black Poodle barking at us. I remember what OJ told me that most animals could sense us, just like how Kitty made friends with her. And what is more interesting… is the woman who walked with the black dog. She looks very familiar.