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The Right Bitch
Doranna Durgin


Sabre whooped with enthusiasm, barreling through the woods' thick undergrowth, his nose full of
magicsmell and his ears full of Taliya's distant encouragement, with his brain too hot on trail to think. So
hot he almost missed the answering trail cry to the south, a slightly clearer voice than his own and closing
in fast. It made no sense; he didn't care. Not with the quarry so close, his sweaty, unwashed
humansmell strong with forbidden magic.



But suddenly the trail doubled, adding more humansmell to the magicsmell, and Sabre understood.
Two smugglers, joining forces, both being trailed.



Sabre called out, wild and strong. Confident.



The second dog sounded again, nearly in his ear, and charged onto his trail, cutting him off. He got a
glimpse of flying black ears, smelled the blood of bramble-torn skin, and then saw nothing but dog butt,
right in his face.



Bitch-butt.



Shiba, he realized instantly, checking his speed so he wouldn't plow right into her. Shiba, whom his
linewoman mentioned far too often, and with far too much attention to the discriminating nature of her
nose. And when would everyone forget about that vaunted critter episode?



She might have a nose, but she couldn't match his speed. "Oowh! Oowh!" he bellowed, demanding and
impatient, finallyтАФand rudelyтАФshoving her aside to fly by at top speed.



Show-off speed.



The kind of speed to run him straight into trouble. IntoтАФ