Suggie drew his shooter and levelled it at the creature. Its silver and ginger fur stood on edge in the light of the fire and the drooling mouth was all fangs.
When Zodiac cried out the thing leapt away to rejoin its fellows in the murky cover among the trees.
Zodiac glared at Bultitude and Suggie. The blood showed in his eye and the salivation around his teeth made the two men crouch expectantly. Suggie remembered what Bultitude had told him: when dealing with Musk, be ready for them to turn at any time. No matter how reasonable they have been behaving, their fury can be triggered by a twitch, a flinching movement, or whatever seems to them a sign of weakness. (It went without saying that they should never get the scent of fresh blood.)
Regaining control of himself, Zodiac shook his head and laughed.
‘Racer is over-sensitive. Of course, we’re all keyed up over the new developments here, which is why we’re meeting tonight, Bill.’
‘Naturally,’ said Bultitude.
‘Racer saw sense pretty quick,’ said Suggie, ‘and that’s good. Because he nearly got a taste of this silver ammo.’