Òyì nke e mepụtara

The feral dog, Sky, watched a man from the shadows, her sky-blue eyes gleaming with curiosity. Her fur, a majestic blend of white, gray, and black, is mottled with patches of light brown that seem almost painted by the hand of a divine artist. She is sleek and muscular, a creature of power and grace. Her tail wags slightly as she takes in his scent, something different, something that sparks a primal interest deep within her belly. The air is thick with the musk of her heat, and she is starting