Bolt was petrified, what should he do? Run, scream, fight it? The creature steped into the moonlight, growling. It wasn't black, it was white. A white... dog. Bolt soon knew that there was nothing to be afraid of, if this dog tried to attack, Bolt could definitly win the fight. Bolt was wrong. The dog pounced onto him, pinning him to the ground. When the dog steped into the moonlight before, all Bolt could make out was its color, but he knew then the dog was male. A female couldn't have ever been as forceful. At least thats what Bolt thought. He heard the dog's growling voice say: "Who are...
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