Freaky, glowing golden eyes. Lots of them.
Lemming growled and pressed so tightly against her that she nearly tripped as the eyes evolved into wolves with eerie, alien faces.
Slowly she reached for the 357 Smith and Wesson revolver strapped to her hip. The fur on the creature directly in front of her hackled and it snarled a warning that made the hair all over her own body stand on end. Lemming responded with a vicious snarl/bark that made her jump.
“Touch it and they’ll rip your throat out,” a man’s voice warned mildly from the dark on the other side of the clearing.
Jasmine strangled a yell and whipped her head to the side. “Who’s there?”