The emaciated mangy white dog staggered back as it cut licking the man beings foot short. It wasn't the eery sound of the person... it had heard men leaving saloons that sound far worse. But this beings sound however evil, was only a small part of why it had backed away. It licked it's chops. Something in the small fleck of blood tasted off. And it was effecting it strangely. It felt it begin to multiply, and spread throughout its system before it had even reached its stomach with the wash of saliva. It was changing it's body too. The dog let out a high pitched yowl as its bones popped, conterted and changed. And all of the sudden it was standing on two legs with a vaguely human like appearance. And it felt ravishingly thisrty, & hungry, all at once. It looked to the group of strangely different foreigners, expectantly... noticing as it did; the other life forms all around him. Even the group of rats swarming over something in a nearby
alley.