Redsand Canyon better than to let it fester

so so sorry for the wait D:

One eyelid lifted, as did its accompanying brow. "Wife? Ain't that human shit?" Monogamy and commitment in general were concepts alien to the dog, although her pickled brain had begun to grasp their outlines.

It seemed the capacity to fall asleep had abandoned her. Ah, well. The mastiff got up, yawned and stretched in a way that made her spine produce a series of satisfying cracks and pops. Smacking her lips - built up drool drizzling from her jowls - she seated herself, blinking in that slow manner of a recently unconscious individual.

"-m Diesel." She confirmed, still blinking blearily at the other woman. What the hell was a Matrona? The explanation came, but it would take a bit for the mastiff to process it. "N I must've slept a month, if Boss got married in the meanwhile and we got a Lady-Boss."

Another yawn gaped her maws.

"...What kindsa needs?"