Dogs With Webbed Feet Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lissa smiled at the audience, ‘Maya and Kyla are highly trained guard dogs, being hybrids they are much more intelligent than the average German Shepherd, they are also quicker and much more powerful. I am going to give you a demonstration but I must ask that you all remain seated and stay as quiet as you can. Thank you.’

29 PALMS MARINE CORPS BASE, CALIFORNIA Three beasts ran across the desert mountains to the jagged peak. The enormous black hellhound was followed by a white werewolf and a black saber-toothed tiger. Large wolf paws, the size of saucers, pushed the hound higher and higher with his companions hot on his heels.

The air around smelled faintly of blood. Qin Haodong walked around and realized that Bao Ziping did keep lots of fierce dogs here, including Tosa, Dogo, Caucasus, Rottweiler, and Bull Terrier. Those dogs might have been fierce before, but all of them were lying on the ground now, wounded and gasping. "Dr. Qin, thank you!" Bai Ziping said. Qin Haodong did not say anything. Instead, he walked to a large Caucasian dog. Its hair was dripping with blood, one of its legs had been completely broken, and dozens of tiny wounds covered its body.

The rust-colored liquid shimmers in the morning sun as we move past. The master lockpick, Marcus, steps up to the sliding door and prepares to work his magic. I hover over his shoulder, eager to learn a new trade. Just then, I feel something cold pressing against one of my legs. I turn my head toward the pressure and my heart sinks. Not because there’s a dog behind me, because there is. It’s the condition of the dog that causes me to wince. Before I got Zeus, I looked into a lot of different breeds. One that I was interested in was the long-coated golden retriever. A beautiful breed, with long silky fur that almost touched the ground. A beautiful breed, with a friendly disposition and expres

"Them? Why did she say them?" I reach for the bag and take it from his hands, carrying it into the living room. They follow behind me silently and watch as I open the bag and take out the two puppies. It's two male Dobermans. Both are nearly all the way black, besides a little bit of light brown patches at the end of their paws and legs, as well as their belly. They also have little strips of brown above their eyebrows. They are identical in almost every way, just like the twins.

I get a big wet lick up the left side of my face. “Thank you for that” I said out loud, using my sleeve to wipe off the slobber. As we are walking in the dense forest, I can just make out the moon in the sky high above. A full moon, and I haven’t in my lifetime seen one as bright as tonight’s! Almost blinding in its golden hue. Makes my dog glow brighter then ever! We reach the small opening to our secret waterfall, and it’s glonwing in colours of flowers and moon light. I walk over to our patch close to the waters edge, take off my shoes and socks dipping my toes in.

Astrid's POV: My wolf moved swiftly through the dense forest with powerful legs propelling it forward with ease. The sound of her paws hitting the soft ground echoed through the woods. Her thick fur coat rippled in the wind as she weaved in and out of the trees, her sharp senses attuned to the slightest noise or movement. With each bound, my wolf covered great distances, her movements fluid and graceful. As she ran, her piercing eyes scanned her surroundings, searching for any sign of danger or prey.

A tiny brown pup with a white circular patch on its forehead looked up at me in dismay, its soaking wet fur sticking to its body, along with sand and all kinds of dirt that would be a pain in the butt to clean off. Chuckling at his sorrowful expression, I knelt down to pat his little head. “What’s the matter? You weren’t allowed to play in the sea?” Another whine told me that indeed, that had been the scenario. Looking forward, I saw two wolves rushing through the waves. The bigger wolf with dark brown fur and black patches and a smaller wolf with complete black fur. The waves were high, but I wasn’t worried. Cameron would never let anything happen to his precious princess.

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.

Long ago, high in the Mountains there was a pack called the Moon Pack. Werewolves and weredogs lived there together. They shared the same forest, the same river, and the same bright moon that guided them when they ran at night. The werewolves were tall and fast, when they howled, the sound was loud and proud, echoing across the mountains. The weredogs were strong and solid, closer to the ground. Their barks were deeper and softer, like distant thunder, they were excellent at tracking and could follow a scent over snow or rock even after the wind had tried to blow it away.