Pondering

A knock at the door, unusual in the compound, respect I assume? I answer. My dogs, guardians, protectors stand facing in fanned out directions. No one other, I can see, is there, yet they know, better than I, something, in senses more heightened with bared teeth they growl. Is it the reaver, I wonder the invisible reaper come to call teasing, or a leaving a clear message? "It's time."