Redsand Canyon so hip hop hurray

For @Germanicus <3

Her wounds had gotten so much better, even looked like they'd scar into some pretty gnarly marks on her neck. It was only the missing chunk above her brow she missed, as it took away from her incredibly sensual wrinkles.

Whatever, she was no lapdog, not anymore. Who gave a fuck if she got a tad ugly(ier)? Not like she had her eyes on any of the rancid wolves need forced her to band with. Too big for her, with sticks up their asses, and she was starved for pussy anyways.

The bettering of her health had the result of making Diesel forget the lessons beat into her and go back to her old ways. She strutted around the canyon with her tail held high and swagger in her step, as if she wasn't licked clean by the Boss just a week prior. 

And it was Boss-o himself she was now searching for. Flat face low to the ground, she sniffed him out and followed the trail to where he was.

"Yo, Boss!" The bitch called out once he was within sight, smiling broadly, yet in an insincere way.

On her mind was troublemaking.