Redsand Canyon so hip hop hurray

His correction had the properties of a rubber ball and her discourteous nature those of a wall. It bounced right off and away, leaving no imprint on the surface of her brain.

The mastiff held herself like she did in her days on the grey streets, head forward and tail high, muscles bulging and tight with want to be used, a gleam in her eye which spoke not of intelligence (which she majorly lacked) but of a desire for chaos and dominance. It all made her feel like a barrel of gunpowder, awaiting fire, wanting explosion and release.

... Which is why when the Imperator barely spared her a glance before walking away, the dog felt herself deflate.

Fwooooo...

Confusion followed this clash of moods and she was left standing in place, dumb and slack-jawed, for a long moment, before she ran after her Boss, saliva dripping from her jowls.

"Hey, hey." She caught up to the dark wolf, now walking by his side, having to move her legs at twice his speed to match his stride. "You, uh. I mean. Whatchu need me do?"