The bozdog paced slowly towards Taylor, carefully and deliberately placing one huge grey paw in front of the other. Its fur was rough and muddy and its black eyes remained fixed intently upon her face as it drew closer. Its stocky body resembled that of a bear, but its face was dog-like, with a long, blunt muzzle and yellow fanged teeth. The hackles across its shoulders stood up raised and stiff, like a paintbrush or a carpet drenched in spilt chocolate milk. As Taylor gasped in ...