At the edge of the woods, as twilight claimed the sky, a transformation began. Ger turned himself into a facsimile of a Dog.
A little less tail.
The illusion required precision. The slightest flaw could mean failure.
More ears. Now even them up.
As far as he could tell, Ger was perfect, from the tip of his tail to his wet, black nose. The disguise was complete, the trust between them absolu...
