Here, boy, come to heel.” I’ll chew your heel off for you, Nighteyes offered savagely, but he came, following me out into the cleared yard. “Damn big dog,” Nik observed. He leaned forward. “Looks more than half a wolf to me.” “Some in Farrow have told me that. It’s a Buck breed. We use them for herding sheep.” You will pay for this. I promise you.
