Brigit
Brigit stared back at the garage as Megan drove away. Brigit had been about to issue an alert, to signal Megan that she’d caught a whiff of a springbok at the garage. It wasn’t any old springbok, either. Brigit’s advanced nose could tell it was the very springbok who used to live at the zoo, the one who they’d found dead a while back.
Whoa!
Brigit crouched to stabilize herself as the cruiser’s engine roared and the car took off. Wherever they were going, they were going there fast. Brigit wagged her tail. Maybe I’ll get to play chase!