Bitterroot Valley I miss the misery

Diesel yelped when the fangs jerked away from her jugular, leaving red ravines in the most sensitive flesh. Once freed, the dog rolled onto her stomach, panting. Relief she refused to acknowledge washed over her.

The wolf's mercy hurt more than murder would have. At least she'd have died with satisfaction, pleased to have found someone who could kick her ass so soundly. This way, the dog only felt humiliation.

Still, a breathy sound - a laugh - got out of her.

"Heeey, caught a peek at your parts down there." The bitch twisted her neck to watch the big white beast leave, a weak grin on her lips. "So Naee-rah's a girl name, eh?" She called, but by that point the wolf had already left.

And perhaps there was a part of her that stifled her voice, hoping she wouldn't be heard.

In the ensuing silence, Diesel became acutely aware of how loud her own heart was pumping. The reality of her brush with death - which, in some attempt to be boisterous, she was willing to accept in the adrenaline-fueled moment - was setting in with each beat.

She set her head to the ground and covered her face.

I'm one stupid, stupid motherfucker.

i suppose we can archive this now? hmu on discord of that's okay!