*Ok, now, get the foot right and we'll be nearly done with this leg.. There. Now, the calf muscle, make it decently large, then the knee, then the inner thigh.* Caryl stared at the drawing on her desk. She always got stuck here. No matter what she did to cover the groin area up, it looked stupid and out of place. If she didn't, though, she'd have to draw the damn thing's penis, and she hadn't looked at one that closely to be able to make it look real.ish. "Caryl, time to go walk Scarlet!" her Mom called. She looked at the clock. *7? It'll be a night run. Yay, time to think on the picture before I have to actually decide.* She ran downstairs after covering up the picture with a book. *Don't want Phara to lie on it after all, or scratch it up with his claws.* Phara, her cat, loved to sit on anything anyone was working on, mainly because that thing took attention away that rightfully belonged to him. She ran down the stairs, slowing down at one point to avoid the laundry basket her kid brother, Nick, hadn't taken up to his room yet. She grabbed Scarlet's leash, Red of course, to match the dog's collar, not to mention its name. She turned around to find the little yapper circling at her feet, just begging to be let out. She reached down, held out the clasp end of the leash, waiting patiently until the dog got her own collar hooked up to it accidentally by jumping up at her. The dog never ceased to amaze her. It couldn't do anything it set it's mind to, but everything she failed to do when trying she ended up doing accidentally later, normally right after she gave up on it. This talent also affected other things, like attaching herself to a leash while intending to jump up and like Caryl's face. "Got Scarlet, Mom, back in about 20 minutes!" A crash in the kitchen, where she assumed her mom and brother were, singled her parent's assent, and so she ran out the door before they could call her back. She jogged out into the night, Scarlet pulling at her leash in front of her. *Jog jog jog, just keep on jogging. Damn, for a less-than-foot-tall dog, Scarlet sure does run fast.* She watched the dog run in front of her, staying in it's wake to avoid tripping over hidden obstacles in the dark. Suddenly, Scarlet stopped dead in her tracks. Caryl stopped too, barely avoiding running over the dog in the process. Scarlet was shaking, staring over at what appeared to be the backyard of a house. Suddenly, she started yapping like mad and pulling against her leash to get over there and bark at whatever the problem was from a closer distance. Caryl thought about it for a moment, then let the dog move slowly toward the fenced off backyard. Once they got to the fence, Scarlet started trying to dig under it, and when she failed to make a dent in the concrete walway, started scratching at the fence instead. Caryl causiously looked over the fence, and then started laughing at Scarlet. "You stupid dog, it's just a raccoon or rat digging in the trashcan in their backyard. You made me think it was something important. I.." She stopped midsentence, waiting quietly to hear what she'd imagined she'd just heard a moment ago. Yes, there it was again, a very low, very angry, growl. The kind of growl a rabid dog makes. And to make matters worse, it was coming from the 'raccoon in the trashcan', or atleast the general area of. She slowly looked over the fence again, then froze in terror. Where the small bundle of shadow that had been digging in the trashcan had been, there was now a *huge* shadow, with bright green eyes, and she could just see the light reflecting off it's teeth.. it's large, sharp teeth. And then, it leaped at her head over the fence.