It blinked at me, one eye framed by a curling strip of white in its grey fur, before looking at Moth. Its face twisted, and it let out an ear-splitting hiss followed by a trilling chirrup as it clambered down from the truck. “Chuck!” Moth suddenly cried, confusing the shit out of me. He lunged forward then stopped dead, face flaming pink as he looked at me.
CHUCK OH THANK GOD
