Dogs With Webbed Feet Novels & Stories

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?”

“Okay then, do you have a favourite animal?” “Hmm are we talking pet or wild animal?” “Let’s say one of each.” “Okay, well as far as pets go, I have always wanted to have a dog, something large and fluffy that I can snuggle with.” I can see why she would want that, considering how she is relaxing into her chair the longer we are talking. I think she would like Lobo, my cross breed, he is half husky and half wolf. The breeder wanted to drown the whole litter, but I convinced them that they should train the dogs instead as they could prove more useful working animals with their wolf strength.

I’m five foot ten. He whines and grumbles, and I stroke his massive head. “Yes, I know. She is ok,” I say to him and he huffs before he stands and moves to sit in between my legs. The Hellhounds can take down a wolf with ease. Their bites have the sting of icy death and they secrete venom that can kill a werewolf. Fortunately, they are extremely loyal creatures. Destinee has Anubis and I have always had Set. But he can’t swim in the depths, so Gaia has been keeping him for me.

I paused to see and the smell of it was even stronger. I find a shape down in the mud, a print, almost like a dog’s, but stretched and split, the toes too long. There are two, side by side, one bigger, one small. I kneel down to touch it, fingertips cold, but the print is fresher than the ground around it. I can almost feel the thing breathing, as if the paw itself is a mouth.

Approaching her cautiously, he nuzzled against her back, his larger wolf form towering over her small frame. Avery turned around, her initial shock at Tanner's size giving way to fascination. Despite a momentary flicker of apprehension, she bravely reached out, wrapping her arms around his leg, her size just tall enough to make walking under him impossible without ducking. Sensing her initial unease transforming into curiosity, Tanner lay down in front of her. Avery's fear dissipated, replaced by a child's wonder. She giggled, playing with his fur, tugging at his ears. She examined his paw, attempting to hold it as one would hold a hand, but the unique structure of his webbed feet made it a

I pad down to the stream, my paws stirring up dirt and sending small pebbles scattering as I draw closer. Every step feels natural, instinctive. The wind threads through my glossy black fur, a sensation so comforting it makes me want to pause and relish the moment. My wolf wants to howl—her excitement bubbling over—but I suppress her urge. We need to stay quiet, unnoticed. She doesn’t like it, but she understands.

Sebastien's wolf, Cage, emerged with a strong presence, powerful enough to intimidate even my Delta breed wolf. Howling in response to the moon above, I couldn't wait to explore the unknown terrain. The roast beef hunt was a distant memory, overshadowed by the exhilarating prospect of communing with nature in our wolf forms. As my paws touched the cool dirt beneath me, the wind rustling through my fur, I felt a surge of freedom coursing through my veins. The moonlit night embraced us, and the woods beckoned.

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.

There were far too many rocks on the shore to make swimming almost impossible, but still, whenever I was feeling down, I would come here often, just so I could watch the sun bring new light into the world. But there was another thing that often drew me to this beach. Paw prints. They were all over the sand. At first glance, they would look like regular paws, puppy paws…unless you take into account the fact that we were in a rundown neighbourhood that didn't even have dogs to begin with. But I knew what these were very well…wolf paws.

she continued and I buried my face in my palms. "I had no business with the werewolf world, Adam doesn't know that I was pregnant for him so who the hell would dare to take my children away from me?" I mumbled inaudibly as my tears fell freely. "Can you describe how these dogs looks like? Any significant thing about them?" Kenneth asked and she hesitated before finally speaking up. "They have lots of furs unlike normal dogs. They seem very huge and some had silver eyes while some dark red eyes" she described, leaving no doubts that the predators are werewolves.