Dog With Webbed Feet Novels & Stories

I pursed my lips, "I think." The wolf sitting in front of me whined, bringing it's face closer to my legs. It rubbed the top of it's head against my leg, a low rumble coming from it's mouth. While I never had a dog before, I met other people's dogs. One dog I had met rubbed it's head against my hand in an effort to get me to pet it. Hoping the wolf wouldn't freak out and rip my hand off, I ran my fingers through it's soft fur. It's fur was the color of obsidian, but it was much softer than it looked. Like long strands of silk, it slid through my fingers effortlessly.

Whenever Big Bang walked ahead, there would be over ten silent dogs following him. Deep down, Big Bang felt a bit uncomfortable, but he let the other dogs follow him on their walks. Suddenly, one of the dogs behind them barked, and Big Bang turned around to see the other dogs staring at his hind leg. To his surprise, his hind leg had involuntarily transformed into a wolf's leg, making it much stronger than a normal dog's leg. At this moment, the scent of a wolf emanated from him, causing the other dogs to become excited and bark loudly. Suddenly, Big Bang remembered something and looked up at the sky, realizing that tonight was a full moon. How could he forget this?

“This is going to feel a bit strange. Don’t fight it and don’t panic.” The surging stream of water magic that leaves me and pours into Sean feels almost as good as returning to the water does. Under my hands, the thick wolf fur shimmers and retracts, replaced by black speckled golden scales, not unlike a brown trout’s. His ruff is now a membranous fanning fin that rises in a bumpy dorsal ridge along his spine and tail to the median notch where a golden fluke unfurls. “Test your feet.” Holding him in place, I wait as he paddles a bit. “Are your toes webbed?”

She landed face-first into a patch of dark, wet ground and let out a muffled whimper. I crashed to a stop, laughing as much as a wolf can laugh, which sounded more like a series of short, breathy huffs. I walked over to help her up, but as soon as my front paws hit the dark ground, I felt them sink. It wasn't just mud. It was thick and heavy, a bog.

“Never mind. This huuuge dog passed in front of us.” “Really now?” Crossing her arm, she pouted a little, “Some people on the internet are speculating that it wasn't a dog but a wolf.” “Can you imagine? a wolf in the city centre.” She shook her head, finding the news to be ridiculous. Dominik didn't answer. He knew for a fact that it wasn't a wolf, no! but a werewolf that could possibly be a rare hybrid. The girl didn't even ask how he was, she continued her tales from the internet and Dominik just…listened.

Dale asked, his voice filled with apprehension. “You’ve seen Juke’s and the others wolf. Think… very large dog. With an attitude. And a serious lack of social graces. You'll be faster, stronger, and have a sense of smell that could rival a bloodhound on a bacon-seeking mission. You might also find yourself howling at the moon. It’s a classic." "Howling?" Dale asked as he pictured himself in his pajamas, baying at the celestial orb. "But I can't even carry a tune in the shower!"

The remaining wolves held their ground, but didn't attack. Padded feet in rust, black, brown, and white moved together as though they were smaller parts of a whole and hemming us in. I got the feeling they could understand us too, which surprised me though it should've have.

I asked confused. “The big doggie you were playing with…” he said sarcastically. “Epicyon Haydeni.” He shoved his phone in my face, making me flinch. On it were search images of hideous dangerously looking predators. My wolf doesn’t look like that. I thought defensively, while handing him his phone. My wolf. “The Epicyon Haydeni also known as Hayden’s bone crushing dog, was a prehistoric creature that measured up to eight to ten feet in length, and stood up to three feet tall at the shoulder. They weighed up to 370lbs.” He read out loud.

The smell was stronger now—unwashed fur, hunger, and exhaustion. I pushed through a final line of bushes and stopped dead. The dog was huddled near the base of an old oak. It was a husky, but she looked terrible. Her coat was matted with burrs and mud, and I could see the sharp outline of her ribs through her thinning fur. She looked up as I approached, her bright blue eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. She didn't run. She stood her ground, her hackles rising as she stared at the massive wolf looming over her.

said Katleho with a relieved sigh in her voice. “She’s been here for five minutes.” said Mika speaking in my defense. “Mika said you found something?” I replied. Katleho handed me the paper she was holding. It was a drawing of a dog like human. The face was of a dog,a wolf. The body was covered in Grey looking fur,the feet were similar to those of a human,however the toes were similar to those of a dog, the entire feet were covered in grey fur. It looked disgusting. “is this the werewolf the principal saw?” I asked.