The hound ran around in circles as if it was chasing its own tail and it dropped on the ground like dead weight. Like a bag of potatoes.
It whimpered, lifted its head and tried to get up but that purple powder was still hissing and escaping from his lungs and nostrils and going back in through its mouth.
I stood there frozen by fear as I watched it turned on its back and rolled to its belly for the last time. It did not get up after that.
I shifted back into my human form and James followed suit. We walked towards each other and met ourselves halfway.
The purple dust pulled out of the dead body and went back into the tent like a loyal servant.
“Are you two lost?” the creature asked in a way that suggested it was trying to be caring and kind.
“Wh-what are you?” James asked and I
