Dearest Husky: Chapter 4: REVISED
Spike huddled up deep in his thick jacket and baggy snow pants walking in the nearly two feet of snow reaching up almost to his groin as he treading in it.
Boots.
Many manage to claw their way upward, out of the sticky, thick sea of saliva, before a heavy, dirty boot tread closes down on their little souls, and flattens them out of existence.
Stay hear [WIP 2]
But, as the tension in my throat began to relax, i heard the light tread of paws upon the floor. my mind began to race while my fear built, obliterating any true thought as the captives following not too closely behind 'them' came quietly along.
The Going Forth Of Uadjet
She moved ever away from the great nile now, inland, to where the mud sprouted houses and the fields had been dotted by the tread of tender brown feet. soft ankles, the tight skin of those who'd abandoned her kind long ago.
The Draconian Viking (Part 1.2)
He then continued as he slowly drew his sword, treading carefully as he debated about which way he was to go. he didn't have to make a decision for he soon saw a shadow coming in from his right.
The Bio-Suited Husky
His foot paws found their way into the foot paw socks that had a springy tread. the tread was designed to support a digitigrade anthro's foot paws and give them traction on the otherwise sleek outfit.
World of Chaos: Book Two: Chapter 19
Fyrsil exclaimed, eyes closed as he lazily tread water. i noticed his hands and feet had become webbed.
Down the Rabbit-Hole
The rocking knead of fresh treads, and playful grind of his heel in my lap.
Lonely Oak Chapter 104 - Swimmer's Ear
The poodle treaded water, turning about. "did you not want to get in the water cuz you're shedding?" kelly's treading hitched with surprise. "uh, excuse you? no, i don't shed. even if i did, i'd've gone to the groomers _way_ long ago." "uhm..."
New Map | by KitsuneJey
__"_ sang m83's new map, while the path was beginning to tread itself with shades of green before the hopeful melancholy of my sight..., hoping to bond with my travel partner..., with my travel partner old or new..., with my travel partner old and new...,
On Broken Wings
Our path will be a long one, and not one lightly walked, but though we tread in darkness, never alone we walk.
Ode to My Giant Werewolf Boyfriend
There were small signs at first my wolf was swayed onto a path much darker than he'd tread - a loss of patience with small types dismayed and left within a growing sense of dread.