Sequoia Coast sucks to be an optimist in this listless dissolution

She was not so engrossed in her meal as to not hear the chuff, and it startled her. The bitch snapped her head around, bits of fish still poking out her mouth, their blood mixed with the saliva which gathered in her jowls and flew free of them as she abruptly turned to face the newcomer.

Wolf.

Godfuckingdammit, not again.

And this one, with its size, build and scarred face, reminded her too much of the cunt who beat her. Sure, it was fuel leak while Scarface was washed bedsheet, but it had the same rugged look about itself.

A warning growl rose up trough her throat as she stared down the beast, crunching the fish still in her mouth, not yet ready to bare teeth (chiefly because her mouth was already busy).

so sorry for the wait!!!