243 - Pish Pish-Napping

Even on my knees I could feel the hot, malodorous, slow panting on my face as I stared up into the unfriendly maw of the Great Hound. It still wasn't making a sound while the little dog yipped and squealed and practically turned itself inside out. "Um…Gannara," I repeated intelligently. He was just in front of me, kneeling next to a the beginning of a hedge. Thank Celestialis that there