From Dogs of the Drowned City #2: The Pack"Fuzz said we had a visitor," the girldog barked. Shep could tell that in better times, she'd been well cared for. A scrawny cat sat on her back."Who's Fuzz?" Shep asked, pawing closer and wagging his tail."Fuzz is Fuzz," the cat spat in a sort of half meow, half bark.The fur nearly sprang from Shep's back. The cat spoke dog! "You taught him to bark?" Shep yelped."Fuzz is my friend," the girldog woofed.Shep sniffed the girldog, scenting for crazy. She'd violated the most basic code-a dog never spoke to another species, not ever. Dogs talked to dogs. Anything else was like talking to your kibble: a sign you were four paws in the hole and going under. Excerpted from Dogs of the Drowned City #2: the Pack by Dayna Lorentz All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.