Next to the bed squatted a huge husky. It stared straight at me with its clear black and white dog eyes, holding my lace underwear in its mouth, a pink shoulder strap hanging down from the corner of its mouth, and a large piece of it was wet with saliva.
I screamed for a full three seconds before I found my voice.
The Erha was so loud that I pressed its ears back, but it didn't hide. Instead, it put its underwear on the ground, raised its paws, and stepped on it - to be precise, it was typing. It pressed against the phone's keyboard with awkward but purposeful movements, poking at letter after letter.
I stared at the words on the screen and my breath stopped.
