from shadows ― weekly task, new pet, o

Morgan growled at the flying animal, tracking it by sight. By coincidence the samoyed had also been prowling around the swamps. It had snuck up close enough to Belladonna to detect the owl's presence before it dove. The dog sprang into action, hurling a small set of ice spikes at the bird as it crashed down.

The target was moving too fast; Morgan sighed and retreated as the spikes missed their mark. Once another of the canine's allies appeared, it lied in wait to watch the scene unfold. It was certain that Belladonna was a goner.