Right out of the way of the bit that was coming toward his hand and face. Sharp canines bared at him as the dog stood up, now much more oriented than before.
And horrified purple eyes took in the dog who shook the wounds off with a shrug of his fur. This really was not a dog at all.
And Mark remembered what he had forgotten till now. It all came rushing back inside his mind.
Darn, shit. How could he forget something this significant? How had he made such a big error while coming back here? His body trembled as those purple eyes looked back at him in interest.
"Where is help when you actually need it. I wish I had a weapon on me right now" the dog barked at him and Mark had to make full use of his brain to remember how he had dealt with this situation before.
