Redsand Canyon onero

A full night spent in a den did wonders for her. Out in the unclaimed wilds she had no luck finding shelter from the frigid temperatures, and often had to wake up and keep moving, else risk freezing to death. Still, the place, this Canyon, was rather claustrophobic, rich with the presence of others. It put her on edge, somewhat. Her doggish brain was still on high alert in the middle of wolf county.

Her new boss got her up when her sleep was at its sweetest, but she grit her teeth and did neither bitch nor moan. Apparently, they needed to get started in fixing her sorry state.

She followed behind him. The mastiff thanked her kind's masters for breeding into her anatomy a wrinkled, drooping face which hid her subtler expressions. She was smirking, teethlessly, proud of her own dull wit. To think joining a pack of wolves would be so damn easy.

Once they came to the pool, Diesel sat down, a sigh of relief escaping her. Despite how she acted, the fever was still severely kicking her ass. 

"You uh, mentioned some queen?" The female tried to converse. She tussled her itchy ear with her hind leg. "You guys got royalty?"

She paused.

"Sir."