Identity Theft, Part 5
The latvian wolfhound smiled, seeming embarrassed. “the idea occurred to us late in the game. my research has found another such person, someone who has enough security clearance to talk with us directly.
Breaking Down
"russian wolfhound, if that term isn't offensive somehow." "do you mean it to be offensive?" he asked simply. "no." "then i'm not offended." smiling, the wolfhound added, "thank you for being concerned. i try not to take offense first.
Chaos, and other job descriptions- Part 1
Vassengo's voice was deep, rich, and what might have been called soothing in someone else.the wolfhound stood to his full height of five feet, four inches, and smiled expectantly at us. he was high. he had been high for roughly fourteen years.
The Photographers Apprentice - Chapter eight: The Student becomes the Teacher.
The old irish wolfhound said has he walked calmly out of the room. turning back to peter my eyes were welcomed with a glare. "you think this is funny don't you, fag.
Chapter 3: News of Change
Especially since it seemed prof wolfhound had something out for me. luckily, the appearance of a stomach bug keeping a few other students out of classes gave me a convenient excuse.
Michael and Amanda, Chapter 29
Michael turned around and saw a german shepherd and an irish wolfhound wearing police uniforms. smiling, michael said, "how astute of you two gentlemen. that i most certainly am, a human. what can i do for you gentlemen?"
Torpedo Run Chapter 20
Adriana leith snapped a hard, fast salute, quickly and crisply returned by the wolfhound admiral with his white-streaked fur. "understood, admiral! we won't let you down."
Catalyst Core (prologue?)
But evo also noticed a gray hair and an irish wolfhound who had dejected looks on their face. evo started to feel nervous. ever since he was born he felt at one with the world's magic.
Vulcan Automata - Hiring Practices - Part 1
He weaved past a couple of elderly ladies - a wolfhound and a rabbit, carrying their shopping home.
Collar 4 -- Need to Talk
The black irish wolfhound looked at me, his brows down tight, ears splayed. "d'ye think that might have happened t' the pup?" "holy god, i hope not."
Of Fire and Clay
**"of fire and clay",** **by wolfhound baxton** ja'gel crept slowly along the blackened ground. the pitch black fur of the young jackal blended well with the ash and sooty stones that covered the ground in this land.
Ruined Nights: Part 3
A tall, elder, and pompous-looking afghan wolfhound continued. she was berating a shorter mutt wearing a dark suit and a stunned look across his muzzle. "mark ralks," william said heavily and in disgust, addressing the mutt.