Alpine Lake She said, "I dig you, baby, but I gotta keep movin' on."

At the word of safe, Gallo greedily moved to lap at the water. She soaked her muzzle and more than likely was throwing droplets everywhere but she didn't care. Her thirst was far too great to even consider being polite about drinking. Not to mention she had never really been a polite figure.

It was only an introduction that caused the pale woman to lift her head, looking over her shoulder to the firecracker now named Ceara. Gallo. She introduced shortly before going back to lapping up the water. The woman would likely bloat herself (to death? maybe, depends on how cruel the writer is feeling) but that too was of little concern.