Maculla

Pruvyre stares at her, head cocked in interest and mild puzzlement. The dog that was Zenobia mere moments ago stares at her former pet in shock for a moment, and then turns and immediately begins barking in anger at Xanven.

The sorcerer only chuckles heartily. "Oh, I don't think so, Zenobia." He makes a twisting motion with his fingers. The bloodhound whimpers a little, and then stands there, eyes wide. "I've cut off your access to your magic," Xanven declared. "I can't have my newest hunting companion turning against me, now can I?"

Pruvyre sees the new hound's muscles automatically relaxing at the sound of Xanven's voice, but she still looks completely mistrustful. Xanven reaches down to pet her head, but she only snaps at it, and he sighs as he draws his hand back. "I know you're still technically a witch, and it will take much longer to get you to trust me than it did with the others, like Pruvyre here." He rubs Pruvyre's head, causing her to pant in pleasure, causing him to smile. "But you'll turn 'round, in time."

He's just about to leave when he pauses, and says, "Oh, your name from here on out will be Maculla. Just so you know." He winks, and leaves.

1. During the night, the bloodhound suddenly transforms back into Zenobia. "That fool Xanven," she whispers. "Thinking he could block me from my power."
2. During the night, suddenly about half the dogs in all of the pens turn back into people—including Pruvyre and Maculla!
3. Maculla spends most of the night whining in frustration, though Pruvyre can't figure why, and nothing actually happens.

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