In the night of the underground pocket of his own creation, Asia could hear the rumble in the earth. Something crawling out, or falling upon the world. Something was happening. Thankfully nothing had turned grey in the earth yet. It was still all black to him. No birds, no shadows, no lights, no dogs, no rabbits, no feathers, no fears. Just black.
He felt something on his paw. It was small, sharp, curved like a tooth. A carnivorous tooth. A dog tooth. He felt it in the wall, and another accompanied, and then another. Looking carefully, they shimmered in the darkness, a glimmer of their purpose. He grabbed them, and inside his caccoon he pulled out the canine lower jaw. No head, no fur, just bone, snarling at him. It didnt like being held.