Fairspell Meadow It's not murder, it's ketchup

A dhole? "The fuck is that?" She queried, never having even heard the word before. The notion of cutting back on her vulgarity around a kid was lost on the bearish female who now focused on the girl again, taking in her unique fur pattern. She could have been related to Shit For Brains with that fur. 

"Yeah, me too." While the female had no desire to bear pups, she also had no desire to eat them. Nanuk maintained an even distance from her, making no move to close the gap between them. The attack had been a mistake and she wished to bring no more trouble to the Spire than she already had. "You good? Besides having a damn heart attack?"