Gnaw

I climbed into the rear of one, calling Gnaw and Squirm in with me.

Fire The Sky W. Michael Gear 2011

I climbed into the rear of one, calling Gnaw and Squirm in with me.

Fire The Sky W. Michael Gear 2011

In my own comings and goings I recently tried to play some music by an artist called Gnaw Their Tongues for some close friends, presenting it as one of the most interesting, disturbing and depraved recordings I've ever heard.

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I snapped my fingers, pointing at Squirm as he tried to wiggle past Gnaw to a better position on the packs.

Fire The Sky W. Michael Gear 2011

Bark and Gnaw were lying among the leaves, watching me with serious brown eyes.

Fire The Sky W. Michael Gear 2011

First is never to bother the trade packs or chew on the leather, a failing Gnaw managed to outgrow just as I was about to turn him into stew.

Fire The Sky W. Michael Gear 2011

Then I shoved him away and made sure that Gnaw and Squirm got equal time.

Fire The Sky W. Michael Gear 2011

Before the cabayo, two shapes darted and dodged: Gnaw and Bark.

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Gnaw let out a low howl and came slinking along in the rear, tail flaying the air, his head down, snout curled in that tooth-bearing grin some dogs adopt.

Fire The Sky W. Michael Gear 2011

He shot me a measuring look, then inclined his head toward where Blood Thorn walked just behind Gnaw.

Fire The Sky W. Michael Gear 2011