Cassius swears in shock as a four-legged shadow scrambles atop the Obsidian, savages him with huge, flashing claws, and then heads our way with a weird, loping gait. Cassius raises his razor. “Kuon hound,” he warns. I shove him to the side as the beast scampers past on all fours, knives glimmering in either hand and disappears again into the yellow murk. “What the fuck?” “Sevro,” I reply with a grin. Athena had assets on the moon after all. “Let him hunt.”
