Dog Tracking

Bitch spoke as if Biter hadn’t said anything.  “I’m covering our rear.  Against this many dangers, we can’t get surrounded and we can’t get caught off guard.  Doon, nose.”

The mutant dog pressed its nose to the dirt.  It sniffed, and it huffed out a breath.  The other dog raised its head and brought one leg up, the joint pointing forward.

“Good girl.  Show me,” Bitch said.

Snag raised one arm as the Undersiders went ahead, and slapped a large mechanical hand against the forearm.  Gripping the arm, he rotated it until words lit up along the length.

***

He caught up with the Undersiders.

“Drag marks,” Bitch said, pointing at the dirt road.

Her head turned as she looked at a nearby house.