Because of his health, David moves up to Alaska to live with his Uncle. He didn't expect the dog he had once known as a puppy to have grown so large though.

Frostbite
By Thorne



David shut the taxi’s door and breathed in the brisk Alaskan air. He wheeled his suitcase behind him and started the trek up his uncle’s winding driveway. He was flanked by tall pine trees that were glazed with fresh snow. Even though he had been in the state for hours, he still hadn’t gotten over its innate beauty. Everywhere he looked was a potential postcard picture. He had moved up because of his poor health, and he was already feeling better.

He had to catch his breath at the end of the wooded path, but it also energized him. He was looking forward to exploring the wilderness around him, and the light exercise was exactly what he needed. He started walking again, and soon his uncle’s log cabin came into view. It stood two stories tall and looked quite cozy nestled among the trees. He heard someone chopping wood behind the house.

“Uncle Henry, I’m here!”, he shouted, and ran to the back. His uncle was a mountain of a man that easily dwarfed himself. Uncle Henry’s face lit up when he saw him then ran forward to swing him around in a hug.

“It’s about time you got here David! I’ve missed you!” he said while setting him down. “And I think you got taller since I last saw you!”

David pouted, that wasn’t likely. He might still get a growth spurt, but he was already a junior in high school. It seemed like he was doomed to be 5’ 6” forever. Seeing the look on his face, his uncle ruffled his hair and laughed. “Oh don’t give me that look, I’m sure you’ll get bigger someday. Now let’s go get you settled in.”

He sighed, then gave his uncle a side hug. “I’ve missed you too Uncle Henry. I’m glad to be here again.” Then they walked up to the house that had some of his fondest memories. His family used to live up nearby when he was little, and he loved exploring his uncle’s house and hanging out with him in the backyard.

He opened the door and stepped inside. His uncle went to take his bag up to his room, but he paused for a moment to take in the homely atmosphere. There was still the same leather furniture he remembered, as well as a warm fire by a thick bearskin rug. He was so caught up in reminiscing that he didn’t notice the huge white, bear-like dog run up to him until it was almost too late.

“Bailey!”, he shouted in excitement and ran forward to meet the dog, who sniffed and licked at him in excitement. His head came up to David’s stomach, he didn’t have to bend down at all to pet him. “I haven’t seen you since you were a puppy, how’d you get so big!” In his excitement, Bailey jumped up and put his paws on his shoulders to lick his face. David couldn’t support them for long though and he was pinned to the ground by the heavy dog. Soon, it became hard for him to breathe as the soft, wet tongue lapped at his face, but that was mainly because he couldn’t stop laughing.

Soon, the big dog stopped licking him and just panted happily on top of him. David ran his hands through Bailey’s thick fur and cooed at him. They were frequently in a similar position when Bailey and Uncle Henry visited when he had been a puppy, and the dog used to fall asleep on his chest. He was a bit too big for that now though.

His uncle came back down and easily pulled the dog off him. “Looks like someone was happy to see you,” he said. David agreed and wiped the drool off his face with his hand, he would need to go wash up, but he was liking his new home so far.


A month later, David was sitting on the couch doing his online classwork on his laptop, bundled in a blanket while Bailey was laying down on the other side. The couch was easily big enough for the them both. So far, living with his uncle had been great. He had to take online classes for school, but he was used to that from his frequent stays in the hospital. Most of his days were spent lounging around the house, though he never failed to go out an explore at least once a day. However, one thing he couldn’t get used to was how cold his feet always were.

Even under a blanket and with a warm fire going he couldn’t feel his toes. It was horrible, sometimes it even kept him up at night. Not to mention how distracting it was when he was trying to work. He stretched his legs out to get his blood flowing again and his feet poked out of blanket and hit Bailey’s chest. He was about to pull them back, but then he noticed how warm the dog’s body was and left them there. Bailey didn’t mind, he even laid his head on top of them. Finally, he could get some work done.

He started to read his assigned story again, and he tuned everything else out to focus on it. He jumped when Bailey started licking his feet, which soon settled into a rhythm. Each stroke tickled his soles and made his legs tense up. After a few moments, he got used to it. His feet were still kept warm, albeit wet, so he didn’t mind. The story quickly captured him again.

Meanwhile, Bailey couldn’t believe how good David’s feet tasted. The dog continued to lick them, and even brought them into his mouth to suck on them. The dog’s eyes lit up when the boy had no reaction to it, not even when he lightly gnawed on them to get more flavor. Henry never even let him lick for this long, and he certainly couldn’t fit the big man’s feet in his mouth. Bailey loved their salty taste. His mouth watered so much that he had to swallow, and David’s right foot went into the dog’s throat.

The boy still showed no reaction, so he certainly wasn’t going to stop tasting him. His leg tasted almost as good as the foot. While David’s left foot dangled off the couch, his paws held the right leg in place while more and more of it went into his throat. The dog’s mouth followed his new treat under the blanket, and he wasn’t going to stop anytime soon.

The saliva on David’s left foot started to dry up, causing David to shiver and be thrown out of his story. He noticed that his right leg was extremely warm and wet, as well as a familiar tongue on the underside of his knee, pushing his shorts up. He set the laptop to the side and threw the blanket up to see his right leg inside the dog’s mouth. Bailey didn’t notice that he saw, and swallowed again. David shivered as he felt the tightness of the dog’s throat ripple and more of his leg disappeared down the dog.

“Bailey, stop!” he shouted. The dog froze, and looked up at him with guilty eyes. Yet, they also seemed to be begging to let him continue. David brought his other leg back onto the couch and pushed against the dog’s chest. Bailey whined the whole time, but slowly he pushed himself onto the couch’s arm, releasing his saliva and mucus covered leg. A string of drool clung to his foot when he finally freed it from the dog’s mouth.

Bailey looked at him with puppy-dog eyes, thinking that he was in trouble. David could only shake his head at the dog and pat him as he walked by to go upstairs. He couldn’t believe Bailey was eating his leg! He needed to take a shower, his leg felt slimy and wouldn’t stop tingling.



David never mentioned the incident to Uncle Henry, and their lives continued mostly unchanged. He still used Bailey to keep his feet warm, but now kept a close eye on the dog when he started licking him. He needed the warmth more than ever now that winter was in full swing. He took a hot shower every time he came back inside after hiking to warm up again.

That day, he was hiking with Bailey a few miles from the cabin. The sky was overcast – there was supposed to be a snowstorm that night. Already the wind was cutting through his jacket. It was still a beautiful day though, and he loved walking through the soft powder and following animal tracks with Bailey.
Some rabbit footprints were taking them on a merry chase through the forest. They twisted around the large trees and dipped into small valleys, sometimes circling back around. Bailey followed them exactly and seemed to be trying to sniff the rabbit out. He tagged behind the dog. David stopped to admire an especially large tree when he felt a twinge in his lungs.

Suddenly, he was bent over himself letting out a series of dry, gut-wrenching coughs. It was like he was trying to expel his lungs from body. When they finally stopped, he fell to the ground and leaned against the tree. Something tasted metallic, and his spit was tinted pink in the snow. Bailey whined and came over to check on him, but he couldn’t even comfort the dog. He could barely even catch his breath.

His head spun, this was the first fit that he’d had since he moved, and of course it was out in the woods. His Mom was afraid of that when he moved up here. He shakily pried off his gloves and took out his phone to call his Uncle. There was no way he was getting back to cabin on his own. His phone’s screen flashed to life before it slowly dimmed before him. It was too cold to function.

“Damn it!” he shouted, and threw the phone against the tree. He was stuck. His uncle wouldn’t even get home until late that night to notice he was gone. He leaned back against the tree and saw his breath fog out as he sighed. He was going to have to wait it out. He put his gloves back on and hugged his knees to his chest. Hopefully someone would come for him soon.


David’s teeth wouldn’t stop chattering, and he couldn’t feel his fingers. The temperature rapidly dropped once the sun went down, and it was still falling. That would have been manageable though if it weren’t for the biting wind. It nipped at every shred of exposed skin he had. At one point he had started a fire with some dry twigs, but it was blown out.

His lungs seized up again and he let out more coughs that brought tears to his eyes. He could feel them start to freeze as he recovered. He had never been this cold before in his life. It crept over every inch of his body and sunk into his bones. It was an ever present ache that wouldn’t let him focus on anything else.

A heavy weight flattened him to the ground and he shouted in surprise, but it was only Bailey. He briefly struggled, but couldn’t even make the dog budge. He stopped as soon as he felt the dog’s warmth. Bailey’s body covered his own, with only his head poking out of the thick fur. He smiled and burrowed into the dog more. His dog was just trying to warm him up. He was still freezing, but the dog crushing his body to the ground was worth the bit of warmth he provided.


As the night went on, not even Bailey was able to keep him warm. The cold completely penetrated his body, and he couldn’t feel very well from any of his appendages. He still felt too weak to move, and he knew that it was still hours before his Uncle would get home. Every passing minute was a fight to stay awake, but he was afraid that if he did he wouldn’t wake up again.

Bailey was much bigger than the boy, and his fur seemed to do a better job of keeping him warm. He was worried about David though, he noticed that he kept getting weaker throughout the night. He remembered that the boy didn’t mind it when he licked him, so he did the only thing he could to comfort him and started licking his face.

David jumped in surprise when his face was suddenly covered by a sloppy lick from Bailey. The wet, pink tongue licked him from his chin to his forehead, knocking off his hat. A glob of drool dripped into his open mouth, and he was forced to swallow the thick liquid because the tongue gave him no respite. It was so warm though that he didn’t mind at all, even when his hair became soaked and started freezing. He was forced to breathe through his nose as the rough muscle brushed his head.

His stomach started feeling funny, but he attributed it to the cold. Bailey never stopped licking him, even when he had to cough. His huge paws just held his head steady and he was forced to swallow even more of the dog’s saliva. For nothing better to do, he focused on the tongue’s texture as it continued to lick him, both soft and forceful. He could swear it kept getting bigger too.

It wasn’t until his feet came out of his boots that David realized that the tongue wasn’t getting bigger, he was just getting smaller. If he wasn’t pinned to the ground, his clothes would have been falling off him!

Bailey stopped licking him to watch the transformation. He could no longer see David under his heavy coat. He couldn’t help but notice the struggle going on beneath the jacket. Eventually, the boy’s small head poked out and he crawled out of the jacket and stood up. He couldn’t be much more than two and a half feet tall. The dog couldn’t help feel protective of the shivering boy that stood before him, looking extremely vulnerable in his nakedness. But that was also a trait that he associated with the squirrels he chased in the yard. His mouth watered, the boy smelled delicious too.

David couldn’t help but stare in wonder at himself and the surroundings. He was so little! He didn’t understand how this happened, his proportions stayed the same but he was just shrunk! The trees seemed twice as large as before, and now Bailey towered over him. Said dog was sniffing at him curiously, and his muzzle was almost as big as his entire upper body.

The adrenalin from the change started to wear off, and the cold bit into him once again. He needed to get back into some of his clothes, he was too exposed right now with all his skin showing. Goosebumps covered his skin. But then a soft paw as big as his chest pushed him down and firmly held him onto his jacket. He looked up to see Bailey staring down at him as if the dog was appraising him. David curiously stared back into the dog’s brown eyes. The dog only ever had that look when he was deciding if he should chase after some small animal.

His vision was then filled with Bailey’s head as the dog bent down and gave his entire body one long, slow lick. The cold nose pressed into him and tickled his skin before the tongue followed along. At this size, it seemed like he could feel every taste bud as it ran over him. When he was done, Bailey smacked his lips as if he was evaluating his flavor, and laid down next to him, with him between each paw.

What happened next couldn’t be described as anything more than an attack. David was manhandled by Bailey’s tongue, and he was too surprised and weak to protest. It rapidly licked and explored every inch of his body. Large paws maneuvered him around so that nothing was left untouched. Each lick was violent and didn’t seem to take him into consideration at all, as if he was no more than a piece of meat. Bailey even gnawed on him and left pronounced teeth marks on his skin. He felt violated, but each time the tongue left his body, he wished it would return and bring back its warmth.

David was unsettled, but he wasn’t really worried until Bailey stopped licking him and brought his feet into his mouth. They too were thoroughly tasted and sucked on. His feet basked in the heat while the rest of his body was left to suffer. He wasn’t sure if some of the saliva was drying or freezing onto his skin, but it made tremors shoot through his muscles to warm up. Then the dog’s mouth crept forward and brought his legs to the throat, and swallowed.

His feet were held snugly by the throat, and he was immediately reminded when his leg had been eaten. His body wasn’t that much wider than his full-sized thigh. Bailey didn’t give him time to think and brought in more of his leg and swallowed again.

He couldn’t believe the little Bailey he had held as a puppy was eating him now. Tears and snot joined the saliva on his face. It wasn’t fair, why had he had to have a fit and get trapped out in the woods. His only options were to either freeze to death or be eaten by his dog, and he wasn’t even being a choice. He would never see Uncle Henry or the rest of his family again.

Bailey was lost in the flavor of his meal. He had never tasted anything so intense before. But then his ears perked up from a troubling sound. Why was David crying? The dog’s eyes then fully focused on what he was putting in his mouth and saw the boy’s sniffling face, crunched up in fear. He immediately stopped his tasting and looked down at him guiltily. He whined at him, and nudged him with his paw.

David was literally shaken from his outburst by the dog’s paw and he looked up. Bailey’s ears were down and his eyes were filled with regret. For once the dog’s tongue was still. Only his upper body remained outside the warm mouth, which was washed over by Bailey’s foggy breath. Whining came from deep within the dog’s throat, as if he were trying to beg his forgiveness. Or was it begging to continue? It was as if Bailey only just now realized that he wasn’t supposed to be food.

“Only you would realize I’m not food when I’m already stuffing your cheeks, Bailey,” he sighed. He sat up so that he could see the dog’s face better. At least those puppy eyes looked apologetic. He didn’t understand what put them in the situation, nothing about it was natural. His dog should never have had the ability to swallow him whole. A sharp wind hit his body and he shivered. He couldn’t help but wish the rest of him was in that mouth, nice and warm. He knew what had to happen, he always preferred warmth to cold anyway.

Bailey was looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to make his move. He reached out and patted the dog’s fuzzy muzzle. “Get on with it then Bailey, it’s cold out here. Try to enjoy yourself at least, I’ll miss you buddy.”

The dog’s eyes lit up. He couldn’t believe he had gotten permission to continue. He was expecting to get scolded and then have to spit the boy out. But the boy was strange, he didn’t really scold him when he had eaten his leg either. Bailey’s mouth started watering, he was going to enjoy this a lot, but it wouldn’t be like before. David wasn’t just food to him.

Bailey’s tongue slunk out under David and gave his back a quick lick. Then, he vertigo as Bailey lifted him up off the ground and tilted up. He had to hang onto the dog’s nose to stay upright. The dog shifted under him, and his eye incredibly happy, as if he had been given a treat. Then with slow, measured movements, Bailey swallowed again and brought David in up to his chest.

The dog’s tongue danced under hi before curling around him and caressing his stomach. It kneaded his muscles like a master chef. David almost collapsed onto the dog’s muzzle from how good it felt. The teeth gripped him every few moments so the dog could swallow the excess saliva, although much of it dripped out of his mouth anyway. The dog’s lips smacked as they closed and sucked on his flavor, tasting it like it was a fine wine. After seemingly debating whether to enjoy the moment further, the dog swallowed again and only his head, shoulders, and arms remained outside the mouth.

He couldn’t believe the dog’s transformation. Sure, he was still food, but he was also David, and Bailey was gentle just like he was when they played together. Another barrage of licks crashed into his body and he almost moaned, this wasn’t that bad for him either. Easily preferable to freezing to death. He hands stroked above Bailey’s nose one last time before he brought them around and slipped them into the warmth under the dog’s lips. They brushed against the smooth canines before being welcomed on the sides of the tongue.

David looked away from the dog’s mouth and tilted his head up towards the sky. It was clear now, and all the of the stars were out. That was another thing he liked about Alaska, how clear the skies were here. They weren’t nearly as pretty back home. Gusts of foggy breath periodically blocked the sight.

Bailey’s tongue curled around his head, and the stars were slowly replaced by the roof of the dog’s mouth as the rest of his lower body was swallowed. Although the throat had a little give, his legs were held tightly together inside it. The dog’s head levelled out. He looked to the side, and his view of the forest was blocked by Bailey’s lips.

Then the mouth closed around him and he took a deep breath, suddenly trapped in darkness. Bailey’s tongue fondled his head and he pressed his lips close to keep any more drool from getting in. The frost in his hair had completely melted now to be replaced by thick saliva. The tongue pressed him against the dog’s palette. He felt pressure as he was sucked on and the last of his flavor was scraped off his back. Then he deftly shifted around before being flipped over. His face pressed into the soft muscle, which rippled under him and squished his back into the hard roof. He was suckled on again, and the tongue caressed every facet of his more sensitive front. Bailey moaned at his flavor, he imagined the dog had a blissful look on his face.

After a few minutes, which seemed like an eternity, Bailey stopped and opened his mouth again. David gasped at the fresh air, it was hard to breathe pressed into the tongue. Meanwhile, Bailey seemed to lick his body longingly. He could tell that the dog was almost done. He pressed his face back into the tongue and slipped his arms out to grab the outside of Bailey’s lower jaws. He hugged it to him, he didn’t want to leave the world, but was glad it was with Bailey. He brought his hands back in and kneaded them into the spongy muscle, returning the favor to the massage earlier. He didn’t expect being eaten alive to be so pleasant.

Bailey’s head tilted up and he could see the stars again. The mouth squeezed around him, as if it was one last hug. He wiped away his tears on the tongue, he was sure it would appreciate the flavor. He gave it a quick kiss goodbye, and then the mouth swelled around him as it started to swallow. He reached his hands up and caressed the tongue on his way down. Soon, the mouth and throat closed around him.

Now that Bailey wasn’t holding onto him, the throat quickly started working him down the esophagus. It pulsed and compressed around him, squeezing him harder than when Bailey sucked on him, but lack of space must have contributed to that. It was out of the dog’s hands to be gentle now. After only seconds, he felt his feet enter the stomach, and the rest of his body followed.

The organ easily expanded to fit him as he entered. He blanched at the smell, but he expected it. His skin was quickly coated in mucus and acid. The stomach jostled him around, and he eventually settled down on his back. He breathed in the stale air and considered his surroundings. If nothing else, it was extremely interesting. He could hear Bailey’s heart thump, and the entire stomach shifted each time the dog breathed. He was being rocked back and forth, the dog must have been panting happily. And best of all, it was warm. Bailey’s heat hit him to his core, and the effects of the harsh cold outside quickly disappeared.

Despite the smell, David started to get comfortable in the stomach. Its warmth surrounded him like a hot bath, and he started to get drowsy. His body needed a rest after the last couple of hours. He had no more energy available to move around or resist the stomach’s churning motions, and soon fell into a deep sleep.


Bailey laid his head on David’s jacket with a content look on his face. That was the most satisfying meal he had ever had. He loved the feeling of a full stomach. He couldn’t decide how he felt about the boy now though, whether he was just food after all or still David. He focused on the movement inside him, which soon settled down. He hoped David was comfortable, he liked to think he was at least. Just in case, the dog started to periodically belch and gulp down fresh air. He wanted the boy to enjoy being inside him for as long as possible.

Eventually, Bailey got up and started walking back towards the house. Even his fur didn’t make him completely resistant to the cold, and he could think of nothing better to do now than lay down rug and take a nap by a warm fire. His belly was slightly expanded but firm beneath him as he walked, just how it should be after a full meal. He took the trek nice and slow, he didn’t want to jostle David around too much.

When the dog made it to the house, he grasped the door handle, which was just a little below his head, in his mouth and turned it open. The log cabin was comfortable warm, and a low fire still burned in the fireplace. Bailey immediately went to his dog bowls and gulped down some water. Being out all day and finally eating David had left him famished. He had lost quite a bit of saliva throughout it as well. He didn’t even think about touching the kibble though.

Finally, Bailey went right next to the fireplace and laid down on the thick rug. He stretched out and basked in the fire’s warmth before curling up. He let out a fulfilled sigh and settled down into the soft fur. His eyes and ears started to droop, and he quickly fell asleep.


Hours later, Henry returned to his home and hung up his jacket. It had been a long day at work. He saw Bailey laying down by the fireplace, but David was nowhere to be found. He was probably already in his room asleep.

He walked into the kitchen and started heating up some leftovers. The noise he made Bailey get up and come over to him. While he waited for his food, he bent down and thoroughly pet the dog. He seemed happier than normal today, but also a little guilty over something. He looked at the dog’s food bowl, and saw that it was full. However, the extended stomach he gave a belly rub to told a different story.

“What did you get into this time now Bailey?” he groaned. His food forgotten, he got up and went to the medicine cabinet. Bailey has had problems with overeating, which the vet said wasn’t good for him. The last time they were there, he got some medicine to make the dog throw up for when it happened again.

When he finally found the pills, he took one out and mixed it with some peanut butter on his hand. Then he led the big dog outside. “Bailey, here’s a treat! Eat up!” The dog wolfed down the peanut butter, and swallowed the pill along with it.

Soon after, Bailey bent down over the snow and started hacking. Henry kneeled next to the dog and comforted him throughout it. He was very surprised when a visible bulge made its way up the dog’s throat, he must have eaten an animal. He could only stare in shock when instead a miniature version of his nephew slid out onto the snow instead, along with a slurge of mucus, water, and bile.

“Oh my god!” He immediately examined the naked body, and found that it was still breathing, but unconscious. He picked the small form up with his big hands hand rushed him over to sink to wash him off. The water cleaned off the contents from the dog’s stomach, and David started opening his eyes as if he was only waking up from a nap.

“David! Stay awake buddy, are you alright? How do you feel?”

David finally kept his eyes open long enough to recognize the giant form of his Uncle Henry kneeling over him. He sluggishly looked around, and found that he was back at the house and in the sink.

“Uncle Henry…” he said, “how did I get here?”

“I just got home and saw that Bailey had overeaten, so I gave him medicine to make him throw up. And then you came out! What happened to you?”

“I was on a walk, and I had a fit again. It was one of the worst ones I’ve ever had, I couldn’t move at all afterword. I was too far from the house to get back, and my phone wouldn’t turn on in the cold. I was stranded out there for hours, and nearly froze to death. But then I started shrinking.”

He looked over the sink to see Bailey walk over to investigate, and happily barked at him when he saw him in the sink. The dog who had just eaten him. He cautiously back at his Uncle and considered his words carefully. While the first attack had scared him, he didn’t blame the dog for anything and didn’t want him to get in trouble.

“I don’t remember much about what happened after that, but I know that Bailey was trying to keep me warm. And then I woke up here.”

“Well, I don’t understand how, but it looks like Bailey managed to save your life,” Uncle Henry said. Then he was wrapped in a towel and carefully set on the kitchen floor. “Sounds like someone needs a treat!” His Uncle then left to go find something for the dog in another room.

Bailey laid down next to him, and he smiled up at the massive dog, who gave him a sloppy lick on his face. He laughed, and hugged the dog and pressed his face into his furry neck. “Thank you, Bailey,” he said. “You really did save me, but I’m not something for you to snack on now, alright?”

The big dog let out a happy bark, and David shook his head. He hoped the dog understood him. He examined his own body, and was amazed to not even find a scratch. Patches of mucus still clung to skin, and he crinkled his nose in disgust. He needed a shower.



The next morning, David was glad to see that he had grown by a foot. It looked like he wasn’t going to be stuck as a midget forever, and might even return to his full size. Now that he was a bit bigger, his Uncle felt ok about leaving him home along to go back to work. He had hovered over him his entire shower last night, and had to help him get it started. He hadn’t been able to reach all the knobs.

He was curled up on the edge of the couch thinking about yesterday. It seemed almost like a dream. Supernatural shrinking aside, he had almost died twice: first from the cold, and then inside Bailey. He looked over at the dog, who was chewing on a bone on the other side of the room. That had been him yesterday. Bailey was still the same happy dog as before though, and regularly bothered him for attention. It was an interesting experience now, he had to stretch just to give him a belly rub. He felt like a toddler again.

Setting the bone aside, Bailey walked over to him and forced his head in his lap. He pet the dog’s head, and scratched him behind his ears. He looked at the dog fondly, he felt like they had grown a lot closer from yesterday. He felt a sense of safety from the dog that had been lacking before. With Bailey by his side, he would recover. He just had to remember not to travel so far from the house, at least in the winter.

Bailey looked up at David, basking in the boy’s attention. Even though he had been a fantastic meal, he was glad he was ok. He was his responsibility now, whether he was his family or his meal. His mouth still couldn’t help but water a little at his smell, but he was too big to think about eating now.

Bailey’s eyes let up at a thought crossed the dog’s mind. That didn’t mean the boy was too big to taste though. He sniffed the boy’s hand and his body tensed in anticipation. The boy’s face leaned down so that he could pet his back. Drool dripped from his mouth.

Then he lunged forward.



The End