Morgan gave a snarl of rage, an inhuman sound, and started for the thing that had attacked Zahi. He wanted nothing more than to set after the human, to peel his face from his skull and let whatever-it-was finish off the stupid imp, but he could do nothing but obey that command. His face looked hideous, skin blistered and peeling and red, but it was already starting to heal and the pain only fueled his anger.
But just before he could reach the brawling pair, something hard and furry and black and white slammed into him and teeth sank into his arm.
A fucking dog?
It looked no different than a sheep dog, some sort of collie, but the fact that it wasn't a normal dog became readily apparent. It growled, shaking his arm viciously and tearing chunks of flesh from it.