"You missed your calling," Josh observed as he took a seat on the couch opposite Rodeo and his swivel chair. He leaned back, making himself comfortable, and put on a pleased, thoughtful look. Rodeo had been calling him Pup pretty much ever since he'd been patched, and it still made Josh smile. It was kind of fun, being the youngest for once, instead of the middle child. Well, not child, but most of the Hellhounds were considerably older than him. "Harbingers? With an 's'? Um, signs? Omens? Herald? No, that's not five letters. Either of those work - signs or omens?"
Josh chewed his lower lip and then shook his head. "Unless you have another letter I can work with, that's all I got."