repricking

Updated: May 7, 2025

Michael sat on his haunches, the length of his lower jaw resting on Daughtry's knee, the while his eyes dilated, contracted and glowed, his ears ever pricking and repricking to listen, his stump tail thumping ecstatically on the floor. "It's this way, son," the steward told him. "Your father and mother were Irish. Now don't be denying it, you rascal "

Jack London - Michael, Brother of Jerry